This morning I am taking Greta to the doctor for her check-up. Josiah has lived at the doctor this summer. Between staples in his head and strep throat, a bead up his nose and stitches again he is not a huge fan of the doctor.
I was just getting him dressed to go and he says to me, "I no need ketchup, just Greta has ketchup." Took me a second to realize ketchup=check-up.
"No, bud. You don't need any ketchup."
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