We went for her six-month immunizations last week because I am prompt about medical things (wait. What is the opposite of 'prompt'?) and Eleanor isn't sentient enough to connect things like 'clinics' and 'immunizations' so at first she was all, I GET TO SIT IN A CHAIR BECAUSE I AM BIG.
And then the nice lady stabbed her with pins and she looked so betrayed and I was like, Uhh, here, have your immunization record, and she was like, Hmmmm...
and then she was like, *nom*
and then we went to the park where she was like
and also like