Alyson was not too happy about her check-up today. She cried about having her length measured. She cried about having her head measured. She cried about being weighed. She cried about having blood drawn. She cried about the doctor examining her. And, of course, she cried about getting shots.
After the shots, I was holding her and she was calming down. She turned completely around to look at the nurse as she was leaving at the room. I couldn't see her face.
Me to the nurse: I can't see her face, but I bet she's glaring at you.
Nurse: Yup, pretty much.
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