Today, he told me that he wanted to take an x-ray of me. I went into the boys room and he took my x-ray with the "machine" that he had constructed of a toy soldier bucket, a toy wrench, a First Visit button from Disneyland, and the Woody that was his cake topper for his birthday - all duct taped together. After he took my x-ray, he went out onto the landing where we have their chalk board set up. He drew four different x-ray pictures and then had me come out to look at them. He spent about five minutes going over them with me. Finally he says:
"Oh, I see the problem. You have a scratch on your heart."
I say, "Well, how are you going to fix it?"
He pauses, then says, "Uh, sorry....you'll just need to go home."
I would like a second opinion, please.


