We took the girls to our family doctor for their annual physicals on Monday morning. Both of them measure in the 10th percentile for height. Z, our skinny girl, was between the 5th and 10th percentile for weight. A was about 25th percentile for weight. When I asked if it was too early to predict their adult heights, the doctor said no, she thinks they'll both end up about 5 foot 2. (For the record, I'm 5' 6.)
As usual, they received compliments for their cooperative behavior and advanced verbal skills. With one exception. Shortly after the doctor arrived, she confirmed that Z was due for 3 vaccinations (in 2 shots) and A would escape shot-free. Z turned away from us for a moment and I could see a couple of silent tears slip down her cheeks. She was a little less animated after that. A, on the other hand, repeatedly asked if "Her could give her some shots now."
When the doctor slipped out and the nurse arrived, needles in hand, Z lost it. I had to pin her down as she screamed and writhed. I'm sure folks could hear her all the way out in the waiting area.
Anyway, Z is now fully vaccinated for kindergarten. We find out on August 16th if she'll win one of the coveted 24 spots in the brand-new Spanish immersion classroom.
