When I sent my kids to school this particular morning, they were (relatively) clean, fed, and dressed.
They most definitely were in one piece.
This is how they came home:
Dr. Rob, a friend of Mr. and Mrs. Finn, was here to visit. He is a doctor. He brought some props in to show the kids.
They loved it.
But Thing One is confused about my former life. (I barely remember it myself.)
She told Dr. Rob that I used to be a doctor.
I have explained many times what a Radiographer is and does.
She says, "But you said you worked in the Emergency Room, too, like Dr. Rob." Yes, there are a whole bunch of us. We aren't all docs.
"But you worked in the operating room!" Yes, but I wasn't the one cutting people.
"But you worked in the baby unit!" Yes, taking x-rays of the little babies' lungs.
" But you sewed on hands that came off!" No, I took pictures of them, so that the docs could sew them back on.
And then The Big Guy inevitably chimes in with "Can't imagine how you got on with that job- you can't take a picture to save your life."
Oy.
I'm not even telling her that I'm a mammographer as well. God knows what she'll tell people!!!
