Why I love working in a children's hospital

It's cuz you get to do stupid stuff like this:

In the middle of rounds today, I heard the screeching sounds of a toy monkey. I look to my left and see one of the Cystic Fibrosis kids playing with my co-intern. They have this slingshot toy monkey that screeches with a high pitched sound when catapulted into the air. I can't miss this golden opportunity.

I leave my team (including my attending!) for about half a minute and yell to my co-intern, "Hey Drossner! Over here!" The patient and my colleague turn to me, and my co-intern prepares to sling the monkey towards me. I crouch, ready to catch the flying monkey. Drossner prepares his shot. The monkey goes FLYING through the halls of the hospital at 10:30 in the morning and spares no set of cerumen free ears from his ridiculously high frequency yell. He flies at me too fast, and I wasn't able to catch him.

It doesn't matter.

I prepare to slingshot him back at Drossner and the patient. I pull back on the long sleeves of my white coat. I leave my stethoscope at the nurses counter. I have to do this right. I stick my fingers in the the monkey's fingers and stretch back at the monkey's legs.

I let go... SHVOOM!

He flies through the air, screaming yet one more time. Drossner catches him, and then places the monkey playfully on the patient's head full of blond hair. I step away from the open hallway and rejoin my attending and prepare to present the next patient.