Yet another reason I love my daughter
Dark-haired daughter has been pretty sick the past few days, and I finally decided it wasn't just a cold, so we headed to the med center this morning.
A short, bald, middle-aged white man walked into the examining room, and announced, "Hi! I'm Dr. Perry."
My daughter, with no guile whatsoever, said, "Are you related to Tyler Perry?" (whom she adores!)
He laughed and said, "No, but my first name is Steve. Do you know the band Journey?"
She shook her head no. We all laughed.
Then she got a whole bunch of meds for bronchitis and an ear infection.
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