Dr. Okie Dokie

I heard Jordan's car pulling into the driveway this evening & excitedly stepped away from my crock pot to meet him on his way inside...

L : Hi, boo! How was your standardized patient encounter today?

J : It went alright...there were a few little things I messed up on...

L : Oh, well, always room for improvement. What did you miss?

J : My professor docked me a few points for saying "okie dokie" too many times to my patient...

L : Okie dokie?!? Really? Okie dokie...really, Jordan? [quickly falling into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.]

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Okay, I know it may not be that funny, but I just cannot picture my sweet, serious & oh so studious hubby joyfully responding 'okie dokie!' multiple times to his adult patient. In fact, I'm fairly certain he's never uttered those two little words in his 25 years of life. I'm only slightly worried that in the last few months of married life, he somehow picked up that cheesy yet cheery good ol' fashioned 1930's All-American saying from his Mrs. But who knows? All I know is you can bet your bottom dollar the future Dr. Collier will never again say "okie dokie" inside the exam room.