No, Doctor, Please

S. is very big on playing doctor. Her favorite activities are checking your heartbeat, saying ahh, checking ears, and checking your reflexes (or as she calls it "bop your knee."). She started doing this after we got an "Elmo Goes to the Doctor" video and an extensive collection of hand-me-down doctor toys from my sister.

The problem is that the stethescope has a piece of sponge in it. And L., who is teething, likes to chew on it and fill the sponge with drool.

So I'm changing L.'s diaper, and S. is "listening" to my heartbeat and I suddenly realize that the stethescope is wicking spit through my shirt. Cold wet spit. Then she moves the stethescope and starts a new spit spot. It is all I can do not to shreik or cringe.

And here I thought my grossest parenting experience was going to involve poop. I really hate spit.