"Mommy, that's my friend Medic. He's fixing all my booboos. I'll be careful with him."
*moves forward in game*
"Mommy, where's my friend Medic?!"
Me: "I think he's behind you."
"What? Oh yeah! There he is! There's my friend, Medic! Come on, Medic - do you want to follow me? Ok."
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