And Would Our Health Plan Even Cover That

Fiona's ear was hurting a bit this morning, but only to the point where we wanted to keep an eye on it. I told her if the pain got bad to let us know and we could go see a doctor, but otherwise she should enjoy her friends.

And so she went to school and enjoyed her friends all day.

And then along about 7:15 or so, with pajama time looming, it suddenly occurred to Fiona to start complaining about her ear.

Again, the pain didn't seem genuinely bad (it was hardly distracting her from playing), but I know to keep alert when kids complain about ears, so I told her we could see a doctor in the morning if it was really bother her.

"I want to see the doctor now."

"The doctor's closed now."

"The doctor can't close!" she protested.

"The only doctor who's open is the one you see if you break a leg," I replied.

"What if you break an arm?!" she asked.

"They won't see you then."

"Why not?"

"I'm joking."

"The doctor's not open until morning?"

"Nope."

She thought for a moment.

"It's morning in China right now, Daddy. We could go see a doctor in China."

Kids come up with arguments you never would have even had on your radar. I wasn't sure what to tell her about first: the fact that it would be evening by the time we landed or that I'm guessing standards for safety in children's medicine aren't the strictest over there.