Today we got the chance to play chauffeur to Papa Perry. He had a doctor's appointment in St. George then we were going to drive him to the airport so he could go back to work in California. After we dropped him off at his doctor appointment, Marshall asked me if we had taken him to the chiropractor. I told him no, we took him to a Podiatrist, which is a foot doctor. (Perry had a bone spur on his heel that had broken off during the marathon... ouch!) Marshall asked if it was for something from the marathon and I said yes. So Marshall concluded, "Oh... so a head doctor too."
Ahahaha! That child.