Baby Taylor Doctor Day - Help Mommy
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Description
Taylor’s mom hummed in the kitchen, clattering pans muffling her voice as she called, “Just a minute, sweetheart!” Bored, Taylor flopped onto her rug, eyeing the row of stuffed animals slumped against her bed. She grabbed Mr. Snuffles, his floppy ear perpetually torn, and pressed a plastic stethoscope to his chest. “Doctor says you need…*magic glitter shots*!” she declared, then paused, glancing at the doorway. “Nurse!” she barked, tossing a spare lab coat—well, a dish towel—toward the empty air beside her. “Check Bun-Bun’s temperature! And stop eating cookies—I *hear* you crunching!” She stifled a giggle, waiting for the invisible accomplice to protest, then gasped. “Emergency! Pickles the Unicorn swallowed a LEGO! Quick, the…*banana scalpel*!” She rummaged through her toy toolbox, the game spiraling into chaos as her “nurse” inevitably messed up bandaging Mr. Snuffles’ ear (“No, his *left* left!”) and Bun-Bun’s thermometer turned into a kazoo solo. By the time her mom emerged, Taylor was breathless, the rug a disaster zone of stuffed patients and upside-down bandaids. “We saved Pickles!” she announced, then added in a whisper, “But Nurse is *definitely* fired.”
