Anna was playing in her room last night with a stuffed monkey that belonged to me when I was little. I loved it. She loves it. It's actually the ugliest stuffed animal you've ever seen, really. Oh well, love is blind.
Anna was attempting to care for the monkey with her doctor's kit and wanted to take the monkey's blood pressure. Monkey was not sitting up and holding out his arm like a good patient and this was making Anna frustrated. I overheard her scolding Monkey.
"Why aren't you copper-tating?!"