Dr. Dog and Dr. Claw

We've been referring to the wee one as "Dr. Claw" for some time now because of this funny gesture she does from her carseat when she wants something. We've been using the epitaph pretty regularly because we've been cooped up in the car together for days now, necessitating the consumption of snacks and some meals while cruising down the highway at either 68 mph while I'm driving, or a blistering 80 mph with Sarah at the helm. Usually this is how it will go down:

The Bot will request something like fruit snacks, a drink, or a pony. We will most likely give in and fulfill the request out of an overwhelming sense of guilt at the way we've had them captive in their carseats for hours. The Bot will get a widget, and seconds later you will hear a "whaa?" and that's when you'll get to witness Dr. Claw in action.

From the vantage point of the front passenger's seat you'll see the wee one's tiny hand extend perfectly horizontally from the side of the car seat, palm facing the roof of the van, eagerly awaiting the placement of a widget, of equal or grater value than the widget you gave the Bot, to be placed in the supinated "claw."

Meanwhile Sarah's been referring to Sam as Dr. Dog. I'm not sure why, but I think it's motivated by an awesome song I "found" via Pandora called "heart it races" by none other than Dr. Dog.