To my son Tommy,
Your waiting room was the couch. Your office was one of your little chairs in the middle of the room. Each of your stuffed animals waited patiently last night for a check up from Dr. Tommy. You took out your brand new Fisher Price doctor kit your mother just gave you and answered the call to heal whatever this epidemic was.
You listened to each heart with your stethoscope. You took their blood pressure with your cuff. You took their temperature with your thermometer. You checked out their ears with your new scope. You decided each one could be fixed with medicine from your syringe and by applying the plastic bandage. You even warned some of your more treasured stuffed friends that the shot may pinch a little.
It was one of those moments that have happened ever sense Fisher Price put out this kind of toy; one of those moments that many can relate to; one of those moments that many fathers have had including your Granddad Leo; but it sure doesn't make it any less special to me. And it won't be any less special to all your aunts and uncles down the ocean if we bring this kit. Well at least it will still be special the first half dozen times you give them their check up.
Sincerely with love from your dad,
Leo
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