Jude started playing an adorable game of alter egos. He started pretending he was Major Bedhead one day and he's been a bunch of different names ever since. Some days he's Roger, other days he's Donald, our next door neighbour. Last Friday he up and decided that his new name is Doctor.
We know he's the Doctor when he walks around with a pencil in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. If you should dare call him "Jude" he will get a little belligerent, "No!" he'll yell, "Name Doctor! Name Doctor!" as he jabs his thumb into his little chest.
Sophie is sick today, she was awake at 5am, throwing up all over the place and she hasn't stopped since. I had her resting in the infant seat while I ran up to replace her "back-up" outfit for the third time that morning and when I came down, Doctor was leaning over her, pencil poised above his papers saying, "Matter, Bophie girl? Matter?" and then he gave her a little kiss.
What a sweet little doctor he is.