A New Growth Chart

It is that time of year again - annual check-ups and vaccinations for the kids. We had an appointment scheduled for Tuesday. Since I felt no need to make things hard on myself, I waited until Monday night to notify Diva of our upcoming plans. We talked about going to the doctor so we could see what a big girl she was and how much she had grown. No, I made no mention of the shots ... I am a wimp and make no apologies for it.

I went to work that night and didn't give it much more thought, aside from how tired I was going to be. But, the wheels had apparently been spinning in Diva's head all night. When I got home early Tuesday morning, we had the following conversation:

Me: We need to hurry up and get ready so we can go to the doctor.
Diva: When I get to the doctor and take my panties off ...
Me (interupting): What? You don't have to take your panties off at the doctor. Why would you think that?
Daddy: No, just let her finish. This is good!
Me: Why do you need to take your panties off at the doctor?
Diva: So I can sit on the booty measuring 'sheen and we can see how big my booty is. 'Cause it keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
Daddy: What exactly did you tell her they do at the doctor's office?
Me: Well, not that!!!

As expected, while several measurements were taken at the doctor's office, there was no measuring of booties. They are still more concerned with height and weight, not the size of one's booty.