This morning, Molly wasn't feeling very good. She suggested I take her to the doctor. I asked her what the doctor would be looking for. Her response "I don't know, but he'll give me a diagnosis".
This is the same girl who has to clean all of her toys out of the tub so they don't go down the "brain" and while in the car frequently smells "stunks". She also doesn't care for "ba-nadoes" in her salad.