Who's your doctor?

Faced yet again with the threat of going to see the doctor for the cough that just wouldn't go away, little B's face crumpled. "But I don't want to go see the doctor," he hedged. "It's important," his mother assured him. "We are going away in a week and I want to make sure that you don't have something really bad, because that cough of yours really doesn't sound good." Little B looked

up at Simone, his eyes wide. "But Mom, YOU're my doctor."