Over the summer when David was out studying for boards Addison asked what studying meant. I explained to her that he was getting ready to take a test. She then not-so-politely pointed out that my explanation didn't help because she also didn't know what a test was. I tried again, saying David had to answer some questions to show that he knows a lot of information about being a doctor. She sat quiet for a while and then said, 'Well I don't care what any test says I already know that daddy's a smart doctor'. I almost cried.
On December 11th we found out David passed his exam. I cried then.
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