Conversations in the Doctor's Office

Yesterday, I took Jillian for her three-year check-up. She is, as we expected, healthy as can be. We had a very personable resident do the examination instead of our regular doctor and Daniel, of course, was along for the ride. While we were there, I was party to not one but TWO noteworthy conversations:

#1:
Doctor: So...what's your name?
Jillian: I'm Jillian! This is my brother Daniel and that's Renée...but call her "Mommy".

#2:
Jillian (thinking she has to have a medical issue to be at the doctor's office): My foot hurts.
Doctor (playing along and noticing a little chaffed spot from those too-tight shoes she insists on wearing): Oh yes. Look at that! Does that hurt?
Jillian (big dramatic pout): Oh yes!
Doctor: Do you need a bandage on that, you think?
Jillian: Oh yes! My other foot hurts too...
Doctor: Oh my. There's a little mark on this one too. Does that one need a bandage too?
Jillian: (still with the pout) I think so.
Doctor: Ok...so there are no issues with her verbal skills...
Me (laughing): Nope. Not a one.
Jillian (realizing the attention has shifted from her): Ohhhhhh...my arm hurts toooo!
Me: Jillian - your arm doesn't hurt.
Jillian: My leg hurts.
Me: Enough Jillian. Nothing on you hurts.
Jillian (to doctor - her eyes as wide as saucers): My sister? She HITS me!
Me: Uh huh...tell him the whole story.
Jillian (busted - now gazing at lap): Ok...I hit her too.

I'm not sure where she came from but she is headed straight for Broadway!