One evening on the way home from the YMCA, he was telling me that he wanted me to hold him because his head and belly hurt him. I picked him up, and he told me that "he needed to go home and take his thermometer and needed to go to the doctor tomorrow because he was sick." I told him that he was lucky because daddy was home and that his daddy is a doctor. He looked at me, put his hands up and said, "Wait...sharp tooth's a doctor...??!???!" I couldn't stop laughing.
Here's Little Foot and Sharp tooth mowing the lawn.


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