Woe is Me!

When I woke up this morning, I didn't imagine my mom would be taking me to someone who claims to be a doctor. What kind of doctor stabs you FOUR TIMES?! At first him and his assistants are all like, "Oh, you're so cute." And I'm like, "I know." Then they're like, "Aw, you're such a good girl!" And I'm like, "I totally know." Then, all the sudden, they're like, "We have to give you shots." Then I'm like, "Whaaa?!"

And they got me... they got me good.

Both thighs, two shots a piece.

They said I weigh 20 pounds and I'm 30 inches tall. I'm in the 25th percentile for my weight and 75th for my height. Dr. T said I was a little underweight but Mom doesn't need to worry. I've done all of my stone throws... leap throws... dodger bones? Oh, Milestones. Whatev.

So yeah, I'm healthy and great and fabulous.

Except for the stabbing.

Le sad.