Monday, April 30th
I brought Meg in for the TB test she’ll need to go to school next year. I knew she wouldn’t like it, but I wasn’t quite prepared for her reaction. First, she tried to run when we were called back. Next was the biggest tantrum you can imagine, which included flailing limbs, flying shoes, and horror movie quality screams. Not fun. The people in the waiting room were chuckling at us as we left, my head hung in embarrassment.
Here she is showing me her “wound” and her sad (?) face a few hours afterward.