I braved our pediatrician's crater-filled parking lot for Elizabeth's latest well-baby checkup.
On our way, Elizabeth asked me if we couldn't go see the animals instead. I told her that we had to go to the doctor first, but if she was a good girl we would go afterwards. And if she was really good, she might even get a sticker. I explained that the nurse would weigh her and measure her. To my surprise, this actually worked.
After the nurse weighed her, Elizabeth waited patiently for a few minutes. Then: "Mommy dear? I'd like to see the doctor now please so we can go see animals" I assured her he would be coming soon. So then she zoomed around the room rearranging furniture and opening all the drawers and cupboards.
Nurse: "Has she started potty training?"
Me: "Yes, she's completely potty trained."
Nurse: "How many diapers does she use in a day?"
Apparently the script assumes no potty training yet!
Doctor: "She's talking, but is she saying more than one word at a time?"
Elizabeth (tugging on my sleeve): "Mommy dear, I NEED a glass of water NOW, please!"
Doctor: "What is she doing?"
Me: "She's pretending to be a baby"
Doctor: "Oh - I thought she was getting kind of spastic or something"
She apparently weighed in a 10 kg and 83cm, officially putting her "above her curve" and making the doctor happy. No one asked whether we were still breastfeeding this time though, so I didn't have to justify myself (again). Elizabeth got her sticker, her water AND her animals. We even saw a brand new calf (Mom was just delivering the placenta when we arrived!)