Dr. Eyeball

Brody has been in this literal stage lately. Ever the little professor, he constantly asks questions about how things work or what people do at their jobs. I confess I have run scrambling for the Internet a time or two to find an answer that was acceptable to to him. There are a lot of "Whys?" coming from that child. He equates people's jobs by what they literally, not generally do. He says things like "that's a corn man (farmer)" or "the stamp lady (our sometimes foul-tempered post office worker)."

Today, I had to go for an eye exam and this is what was said while we were waiting.

B: What is the man going to do to you?
Me: The eye doctor will make sure my eyes are healthy.
B: He looks at your whole eye?
Me: Yes.
B: Your eyeball?
Me: Yes.

So when my doctor comes in to the room, Brody yells, "Hey! It's Dr. Eyeball! Yeah!"
He's a young guy and goes to my gym. I think I will yell that to him over the treadmills this week.