Friday night, Julia was playing "hospital" with me. For better or worse, this game doesn't require any movement at all: she lies under a blanket, and I sit near her, "checking her vitals." In fact, I've recently delegated many procedures to an invisible "Nursebot," who can do most of the basic work (heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, lung sounds).
Friday night, though, the patient didn't want invisible robotic care, and sent Nursebot off to dinner in the cafeteria. Unperturbed by this usurpation of medical authority, she then asked me, "Daddy, did you ever have a sandwich?" Given that we eat sandwiches almost every day, this was a strange question. I told her that yes, I have eaten sandwiches. She looked at me strangely and asked a strange follow-up: "Did you ever have a radish sandwich?" I laughed and said that I had not ever eaten a radish sandwich. Still fixing me with that weird look, she asked, "Was it good?"
I'll have to check for earwax next time the patient seeks treatment.