My daughter is a rough and tumble tomboy, as was I. Seems like most other girls, including my 3-year-old niece, are more the princess type.
Sitting in the pediatrician's exam room with her Mommy one day a few weeks back, my niece displayed nerves of solid steel as the discussion turned to her impending shot.
"I'm weady, Mommy," she said coolly.
"OK Bella, but maybe you shouldn't look," said her Mommy thinking she was bluffing.
"No Mommy. I want to watch," she said with uncanny resolve.
So her Mommy shrugged and told the doctor to go ahead. The doctor didn't waste any time and pierced the skin of her tiny upper arm with the needle. Sure enough, she watched the whole thing without so much as a single noticeable flinch.
When the doctor turned around to dispose of the bio-waste, she turned her face directly back to her Mom and said, "See Mommy, I'm SO weady for earwings."
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