Mite, it's wonderful how the adults in your world come off as frightening and insane in that story.
Adult 1: Gee your mom might be in labour. Let's not be sensible and go to the hospital, lets just call over one of the neighbors.
Mom: Ohh! The contractions! Mini Mite, at this moment I have an intense disliking of you for no logical reason! You are a bad child!
Mini Mite: Maybe you should just take mom to the hospital?
Nurse (entering): Hello, I am your neighbor and also a nurse and I can tell you if your mom in in labour, but I need a stethescope. Even though I am a nurse, I didn't bring the things I needed. Does anyone have a stethescope?
Adult 2: Mini Mite has a giraffeer Price Stethescope that should do the trick. Mini Mite, may we use your stethescope?
Mini Mite: I really think it would be better to go to the hospital.
Mom: (weeping) Oh, Mini Mite, I'm sorry that I called you a bad child! Mommy love you! Mommy loves yoooou!
Nurse: How unreasonable! Why would we go to the hospital! Now where's your toy stethescope?
Mini Mite: I'm going to go wait in the car, please feel free to join me when you come to your senses.