Well, The Princess isn't too keen about having to give Master Po his Daily Double of the Humulin of Life while The Bride and I are away, but that's, well, life. At 15, she's at the icky stage when it comes to these things. Enter Skeeter. At 10 she picked up the skill of painless injection with relish. She digs it. Of course, she's also impatient to grow up and dissect things. She's a brilliant child, like her big sister, and I fervently pray she will grow up to be a pediatrician, and not Nancy Spungen.
Posted by Kim Crawford at July 18, 2003 7:34 PM