Baby Taylor Doctor Day - Help Mommy
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Taylor’s mother was elbow-deep in flour and mixing bowls, leaving the girl to wander the living room with nothing but her stuffed animals for company. She flopped onto the rug, eyeing the sagging teddy bear slumped by the toy chest. “You look *terrible*, Mr. Snuggles,” she announced, dragging him closer with a grin. “Nurse!” she barked, voice sharp with mock urgency. “Temperature check—stat!” A lopsided stethoscope dangled from her neck as she thrust a plastic syringe toward an empty patch of carpet beside her. “And prep the OR! This patient needs *immediate* cuddle therapy!” The air smelled faintly of cinnamon from the kitchen, but Taylor was already deep in her world of bandaids, invisible IVs, and a very serious case of “floppy ear syndrome.”
