Yesterday was my half-birthday.
To celebrate, mom allowed me to be stabbed in the leg three times.
At first I thought it was kind of fun.
I got weighed (16 pounds, 6 ounces!) and measured (24.75 inches!).
Then my doctor came in and told my mom awful stuff like how I'm old enough to cry it out. And then the nurse stabbed me. Repeatedly. And I screamed.
Afterward, I passed out.
Later I wasn't feeling well so mom and Hank snuggled me.
It was quite the half-birthday.
The next celebration better include chocolate.