Only Avery needed a check up, but all of us were there. She has reached the momentous milestone of 12 months. A whole year in this family on this earth and putting up with those other two. Avery checked out as expected. She's on the "Lucy plan": long and lean. 10th percentile for weight, 90th for height. Motor and verbal skills measured top in the nation. We were, all three of her onlookers, proud as could be. But at the end of the visit, Avery laid down for her triple dose of needle sticks and the look in her eye once those alcohol swabs met flesh told me she was savvy to what was about to follow. Sure enough, her legs turned rock hard as she braced her little lean frame for the worst. It wasn't all that bad. As I comforted the afflicted, I looked down at her sisters. They tilted their heads in true empathy for their sweet Avis and we left with stickers as parting favors.
It was red with Hello Kitty.