Today I was cleaning the toy room, and E. decided to do surgery on Bubby. Who knows what the problem was, but she laid Bubby down on the floor, and grabbed her tools. Her tools consisted of a screw driver, screws, and bits? Plastic toys that went w/ J.'s workbench when he was a toddler. They have since been passed down and now the little one is playing with them in a whole new way! Who'd have thought that you could use a screw driver as a surgical instrument?!
So, here we are in the
toy room O.R., & Bubby is laying on the floor, aka, operating table. E. starts talking: "It's ok Bubby, I'm just going to use my tools. Hand me the school driver. Here's the school driver." She put the "school driver" into the bit on Bubby's stomach and started to drill! LOL! I had to leave the room, I wanted to laugh so hard!
I came back in, and she proceeds to tell me that all of her tools are Daddy's tools, and he has let her borrow them to work on Bubby. Oh that mind!