Yesterday’s corner time: 8 Minutes.
Becca has her uses.
For example, if I am to have any future as a world-leading surgeon, then I need to find willing subjects upon whom I can refine my techniques and hone my skills.
Naturally, if I can’t locate any willing participants, then the next best thing are unwilling ones.
Luckily for me, Becca always falls into the latter category. So, although she wouldn’t be my first choice, she definitely ranks highly in the list of prerequisites.
Yesterday, after my trusty assistant Max had strapped Becca down, we needed to immediately decide upon the correct levels of anaesthetic to administer before Mum or Dad overheard her protestations.
Quickly considering Becca's age and weight, I calculated that a No.2 Mallet should render her unconscious without any lasting damage.
A scuffle then ensued between my suddenly less than trusty assistant and I over who should dispense the improvised sedative. I was kneeling on Max’s chest, about to deliver him a test dose when Mum intervened.
The pain killing properties of a No.2 Mallet were never confirmed but there may be a further opportunity to explore them next week when I start practising dentistry.
Matthew.
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About Me
- Matthew
- I'm Matthew, I'm 6 years old. I have a Mum, a Dad and an annoying, 4 year old sister, Becca. I started writing this blog when I was two. I had more time on my hands in those days. Becca wasn't even born and I didn't have to attend school for every waking hour. Still, whenever I can, I get up to mischief and I document my adventures here.
2 comments:
Becca has teeth? Yikes that must be scary for you.
Don't worry, she won't have them for much longer.
Matthew.
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