"Bomb-Proof"

Dear Laney,

You had your two-year well child visit with Dr. Hoover last Friday. You are the picture of good health. I think everyone who watched you wobble past the nurses' station was initially concerned that you had the world's most pronounced pigeon-toed walk, 'til I explained that you were saying, "Waddle! Waddle! Waddle!" and doing your impression of that macaroni penguin that Diego had to rescue yesterday. Leg braces averted.

You're in the 52nd percentile for height, and the 92nd for weight. I explained that you were on an all-carb diet that will soon be sweeping the nation.

She said that, with some patients, she likes to do a follow-up, 2.5-year visit. Then, she decided you could skip it after declaring you "bomb proof." On the one hand, we're incredibly blessed to be the parents of such a healthy young'un. But on the other hand... In the past 10 days, I have watched you hurl yourself down a slide head-first, drive a tractor into Uncle Nate's retaining wall, fling yourself into the river, get stung by a yellow jacket, and learn to throw elbows at Dad's Dinnertime Wrestling Camp, and I could have saved myself the co-pay to learn you're indestructible.

Love,

Mom