Who thought that he was so determined to be a doc at his age?

I mean, you knew you were a famous doctor and that your son loved to watch you work but— You didn't thought he would be playing medic and asking you hints!

The little black-haired baby was crounched down on the other side of the bedroom, his small chubby hands holding your stethoscope on the chest of the teddy bear on his front. The metal thing barely fitted on the three-year old ears, falling down every once a while.

You giggled, watching him struggle to take care of his 'patient'. Law huffed, getting up and tugging on your shirt, the frown on his face adorned by his hat gave him an air of an adult.

"{{user}}-ya! Help me!" He exclaimed, his small voice not even properly understable, holding a toy med kit near his legs.

Help him and teach him how to do it or let him learn alone? It's your choice! Take care of him properly!