Insurance Of Offer Letter

The terrible threat of Dr. Ross

morning, 8 o'clock, inside day, Superbaby room, comfort.
(listen to this 'conversation' from the bathroom, where I'm putting on her makeup)
Dr. Ross is changing SB justly, to prepare to leave. The
has already washed.
DR: "SB stand still, do not run continuously"
SB: "... from Gagaga, ga".
DR: "SB, stop! Forget the Fissan, do not eat"
SB: "nananana ... from."
DR: "Nonono! Take off my glasses!"
SB: "Na"
DR: "SB, put it down!"
SB: "Na. Na. Naaaaaaaaaaaa.
(muffled sounds of struggle)
DR: "Oh, here, I put them away, eh."
SB: "Prrrrrrrrr!"
DR: "And now? Who taught you to crush your nose? No, stop, stop!"
(small thud)
DR: "This picture is just taken away from here. Thank God that is not broken"
SB: "Eh."
DR: "SB! Stand still! I need to close the diaper!"
SB: "Eheheh! Ihihih!"
(trapestio)
DR: "Stop, so I can not."
(worrying silence)
DR: "I said stop!"
(silence, followed by small trapestio)
DR: "Superbabyyyyyyyy! Do not shoot! You look like an eel! I can not get the diaper!"
SB: "Ahahahahah!"
DR: "All right. So if you keep so close it HURT YOU!"

Introducing the terrible threat of Dr. Ross. I've got her husband, philosopher, what can you do?