We are at Hospital 2, the Children's Cancer Clinic, having already had radiation at 7:30 am at Hospital 1.
They knock LW out for radiation, since it's pretty hard to get an almost-3 year old to hold still in a dark, loud room. Which means no eating beforehand. Accordingly, we stopped downstairs and got a chocolate donut and chocolate milk for her, coffee and bagel for me.
She has eaten all of her donut, then demanded the rest of my bagel. Whoo-hoo! Eat it up, kiddo.
We checked in, then sat down to eat. I said something about how we are "at clinic." I want her to have a frame of reference, you see. To know where we are.
"No, Mama," she corrected me, furrowing up her forehead. "THIS IS THE DONUT STORE."
Works for me.