Morgan: "Mommy, why don't you go get a bomb, and you can put it right here (gesturing to the corner) and we can blow a hole in the wall here and I can climb out"
Me (snickering): "And just where do you want me to get a bomb?"
Morgan: "At the bomb store!"
We waited almost 10 minutes until the nurse came in. At this point Morgan was hiding behind my mother instructing us that we were to tell the nurse that she wasn't there. Unfortunately for her, she was "found" and then the real work began. Morgan began pleading with the nurse, in a scream, not to give her shots while huge crocodile tears ran down her face. It took me and two nurses to hold her down. She was "that kid" that you hear from 6 doors away who is screaming about shots. What was funny was as the first shot went in, she INSTANTLY stopped crying and said "Oh, that didn't hurt!". What a kid.
Stats for our 5 year old: 46 lbs (80th percentile), 44 inches (85th percentile). Her doctor estimates that she will be approximately 5'6" when she gets older. Taller than Mama!
So after such a traumatic start to the day, Mom decided to treat all the girls to manis and pedis! Mom and I opted only for pedicures, but Morgan went all out on her first mani/pedi experience.





It was a super fun trip to do with my girly girl. I hope there are many more of these to come in the future!
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