Too funny...

*cue sounds of two-year old falling over*
 
Charlie: "*crying* Owwww!"
Me: "What happened? Show me your owie, darling."
Charlie: "Doctor...McDonald's"
 
Somehow, she got the idea that going to the doctor earns her a trip to McDonald's...

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