Immature

My neurology attending is a big kid dressed up in a suit and tie and a white coat. Don't let the gray hair fool you.

There's a line of tape on the ground in clinic, to help evaluate gait in patients. Today he jumped on the line, arms spread wide, walking it like a tightrope with an exaggerated wobble. Then he banked hard to the left around a corner, made an engine revving sound, and yelled "Airplane turn!"

He turned around and flashed a grin. "You're never too old to be immature!"

I can't wait until I'm established enough to get away with letting out my inner kid like that.