Judy Moody, M.D. : the doctor is in! / Megan McDonald ; illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds.
Judy is excited about becoming a doctor, especially when Class 3T starts a new unit on the human body, but she learns more about being a patient when she catches tonsillitis from her little brother, Stink.
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- ISBN: 0763620246
- ISBN: 9780763620240
- ISBN: 9780763626150
- ISBN: 9780763648619
- Physical Description: 151 pages : illustrations ; 20 cm
- Edition: First edition.
- Publisher: Cambridge, Mass. : Candlewick Press, 2004.
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Target Audience Note: | 510 Lexile. |
Study Program Information Note: | Accelerated Reader AR LG 3.2 2.0 80135. |
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PLIP! Judy Moody woke up. Drip, drip, drip went rain on the roof. Blip, blip, blip went drops on the window. Not again! It had been raining for seven days straight.
Bor-ing!
She, Judy Moody, was sick and tired of rain.
Judy put her head under the pillow. If only she was sick. Being sick was the greatest. You got to stay home and drink pop for breakfast and eat toast cut in special strips and watch TV in your room. You got to read Cherry Ames, Student Nurse, mysteries all day. And you got to eat yummy cherry cough drops. Hey! Maybe Cherry Ames was named after a cough drop!
Judy took out her momâs old Cherry Ames book and popped a cough drop in her mouth anyway.
"Get up, Lazybones!" said Stink, knocking on her door.
"Canât," said Judy. "Too much rain."
"What?"
"Never mind. Just go to school without me."
"Mom, Judyâs skipping school!" Stink yelled.
Mom came into Judyâs room. "Judy, honey. Whatâs wrong?"
"Iâm sick. Of rain," she whispered to Mouse.
"Sick? Whatâs wrong? What hurts?" asked Mom.
"My head, for one thing. From all that noisy rain."
"You have a headache?"
"Yes. And a sore throat. And a fever. And a stiff neck."
"Thatâs from sleeping with the dictionary under your pillow," said Stink. "To ace your spelling test."
"Is not."
"Is too!"
"See, look. My tongueâs all red." Judy stuck out her Cherry-Ames-cough-drop tongue at Stink.
Mom felt Judyâs head. "You donât seem to have a fever."
"Faker," said Stink.
"Come back in five minutes," said Judy. "Iâll have a fever by then."
"Faker, faker, faker," said Stink.
If only she had measles. Or chicken pox. Or . . . MUMPS! Mumps gave you a headache. Mumps gave you a stiff neck and a sore throat. Mumps made your cheeks stick out like Humpty Dumpty. Judy pushed the cough drop into her cheek and made it stick out, Humpty-Dumpty style.
"Mumps!" said Dr. Judy. "I think I have the mumps! For real!"
"Mumps!" said Stink. "No way. You got a shot for that. A no-mumps shot. We both did. Didnât we, Mom?"
"Yes," said Mom. "Stinkâs right."
"Maybe one mump got through."
"Sounds like somebody doesnât want to go to school today," said Mom.
"Can I? Can I stay home, Mom? I promise Iâll be sick. All day."
"Letâs take your temperature," said Mom. She took the thermometer out of the case.
"Cat hair?" said Mom. "Is this cat hair on the thermometer?"
"Sheâs always making Mouse stick out her tongue and taking the catâs temperature," said Stink.
Mom shook her head and went to wash off the thermometer. When she came back, she took Judyâs temperature. "Itâs 98.6," said Mom. "Normal!"
"Faker, fakey, not-sick, big fat faker," said Stink.
"At least my temperatureâs normal," said Judy. "Even if my brother isnât."
"Better get dressed," said Mom. "Donât want to be late."
"Stink? Youâre a rat fink. Stink Rat-Fink Moody. Thatâs what Iâll call you from now on."
"Well, youâll have to call me it at school âcause you donât get to stay home."
Judy stuck out her cherry-red, no-mumps tongue at Stink.
She was down in the dumps. She had a bad case of the grumps. The no-mumps Moody Monday blues. She, Judy Moody, felt like Mumpty Dumpty! Mumpty Dumpty without a temperature, that is.
Bor-ing!
She, Judy Moody, was sick and tired of rain.
Judy put her head under the pillow. If only she was sick. Being sick was the greatest. You got to stay home and drink pop for breakfast and eat toast cut in special strips and watch TV in your room. You got to read Cherry Ames, Student Nurse, mysteries all day. And you got to eat yummy cherry cough drops. Hey! Maybe Cherry Ames was named after a cough drop!
Judy took out her momâs old Cherry Ames book and popped a cough drop in her mouth anyway.
"Get up, Lazybones!" said Stink, knocking on her door.
"Canât," said Judy. "Too much rain."
"What?"
"Never mind. Just go to school without me."
"Mom, Judyâs skipping school!" Stink yelled.
Mom came into Judyâs room. "Judy, honey. Whatâs wrong?"
"Iâm sick. Of rain," she whispered to Mouse.
"Sick? Whatâs wrong? What hurts?" asked Mom.
"My head, for one thing. From all that noisy rain."
"You have a headache?"
"Yes. And a sore throat. And a fever. And a stiff neck."
"Thatâs from sleeping with the dictionary under your pillow," said Stink. "To ace your spelling test."
"Is not."
"Is too!"
"See, look. My tongueâs all red." Judy stuck out her Cherry-Ames-cough-drop tongue at Stink.
Mom felt Judyâs head. "You donât seem to have a fever."
"Faker," said Stink.
"Come back in five minutes," said Judy. "Iâll have a fever by then."
"Faker, faker, faker," said Stink.
If only she had measles. Or chicken pox. Or . . . MUMPS! Mumps gave you a headache. Mumps gave you a stiff neck and a sore throat. Mumps made your cheeks stick out like Humpty Dumpty. Judy pushed the cough drop into her cheek and made it stick out, Humpty-Dumpty style.
"Mumps!" said Dr. Judy. "I think I have the mumps! For real!"
"Mumps!" said Stink. "No way. You got a shot for that. A no-mumps shot. We both did. Didnât we, Mom?"
"Yes," said Mom. "Stinkâs right."
"Maybe one mump got through."
"Sounds like somebody doesnât want to go to school today," said Mom.
"Can I? Can I stay home, Mom? I promise Iâll be sick. All day."
"Letâs take your temperature," said Mom. She took the thermometer out of the case.
"Cat hair?" said Mom. "Is this cat hair on the thermometer?"
"Sheâs always making Mouse stick out her tongue and taking the catâs temperature," said Stink.
Mom shook her head and went to wash off the thermometer. When she came back, she took Judyâs temperature. "Itâs 98.6," said Mom. "Normal!"
"Faker, fakey, not-sick, big fat faker," said Stink.
"At least my temperatureâs normal," said Judy. "Even if my brother isnât."
"Better get dressed," said Mom. "Donât want to be late."
"Stink? Youâre a rat fink. Stink Rat-Fink Moody. Thatâs what Iâll call you from now on."
"Well, youâll have to call me it at school âcause you donât get to stay home."
Judy stuck out her cherry-red, no-mumps tongue at Stink.
She was down in the dumps. She had a bad case of the grumps. The no-mumps Moody Monday blues. She, Judy Moody, felt like Mumpty Dumpty! Mumpty Dumpty without a temperature, that is.