There I am in Africa, wearing my nurse's uniform (complete with cape blowing in the wind like some kind of superhero), smiling so hard that my face is about to crack in two. The nurse's kit contained all the necessaries, like a stethescope, a thermometer, a needle, and bandaids. I loved my nurse's uniform. I loved caring for all the "sick" people in my house, and for all my parents' missionary friends.
Then, one day I pretended to give a shot to one of my dad's fellow missionary pilots. I was mortified when he yelled, "Ouch" and pretended to start sobbing from the pain. It was more than my little, four-year-old heart could bear. And I hung up my stethescope.
It's not all that tragic, really. I'm not a big fan of boo-boos, myself. Or vomit. Or anything else that can possibly ooze out of the human body. And, with Bean's choice of bandages, it's not all that tragic if she steers clear of medicine, too.
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