Dr. Fisher to the rescue

The last couple of weeks have been a struggle as we have all been fighting colds. Daddy was sick all last week and eventually I decided that I needed to step in and play doctor. I began my examination by telling daddy to "open your mouth" so that I could look at his tongue with a stick I found at the park. I quickly realized the problem and told him that "you've got bugs on your tongue, daddy." I then informed daddy of my final diagnosis which was "daddy you can not eat poop anymore!" If that doesn't take care of the problem I don't know what will.