it's not like we go to dr. mcdreamy

This morning, E woke up and complained that her ear hurt. I quizzed her several times about which ear, and she was consistent. And, this week our conversations have gone something like this,

"E, do you want water to drink at dinner?"
"What?"
"Do you want water to drink at dinner?"
"What?"
"DO YOU WANT WATER TO DRINK AT DINNER!?!?!"
"What?"

I figured I should take her to the doctor to be safe. I called the peditrician and secured a morning appointment. I told John as we were getting coats on the girls so we could figure out who would take her.

"E has a 9:50 appointment with the doctor."
"YES!" E screamed while jumping up and down.
"I sick, too!" A started yelling. She yanked up her shirt as if she was trying to earn some beads at Mardi Gras. "My belly hurt, Daddy! I go to doctor, too!"

I have no idea where my girls love of going to the doctors comes from, but I find it highly disturbing. I mean, I guess it's much better than having traumatic experiences, but really kids? Why is it fun?

In the end, while E did not have an ear infection per se, there was enough fluid coupled with the hearing loss to justify antibiotic. E was pretty psyched to take it tonight, along with Motrin. But immediately after taking it, she told me,

"The medicine's not working, mama. I think I need to go back to the doctors tomorrow."

Kids can be so weird.