Scarlett peppered everyone who worked at Our Children's House with tons of questions. And the other patients. And their parents. Just about anyone and everyone who crossed her path, actually. The conversations usually went something like this:
Scarlett: Hey, what's your name?
OCH employee: Magdalena/Danae/Dr. Beard/Antonia, etc.
Scarlett: What are you doing?
OCH employee: I'm here to take your temperature/bring your lunch/check your fluids log/sweep your floor, etc.
Scarlett: What's that?
OCH employee: That's a thermometer/blood pressure cuff/rubber glove/pen/broom, etc.
Scarlett: I want to hold it. What's your name?
OCH employee: Magdalena/Danae/Dr. Beard/Antonia, etc.
Scarlett: I'm watching Lion King.
OCH employee: That's nice. I like Lion King, too.
Scarlett: Oh, no! What's that monkey doing? Put that baby lion down, monkey!! What's your name?
Me: Scarlett, that's Magdalena/Danae/Dr. Beard/Antonia, etc. You've asked her/his name three times now.
Scarlett [after zoning out to a few more minutes of Lion King]: Hey, what's your name?
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