Today was the FYO's doctor's appointment. Shots and all.
Her doctor's name-no kidding-is "Dr. Nice" and she basked in his attention during the appointment.
One of the things that makes five adorable is the sheer randomness of her thought process and how, when she tells a story, she is really enunciating what is important to her and, sometimes, that's the only way you find out what is important to her. What is going on in that five-year-old brain.
A couple of highlights from this morning:
When I go like this [putting finger on forehead] I can feel my SKULL.
I have a new bunk bed.