For the benefit of any who may not have experienced it before, getting a child X-rayed (especially when you have no way to explain to her that it won't hurt and all she needs to do is hold still) goes something like this:
Phase 1: Crying
From the moment you enter the building, she knows it's something she isn't going to like, and the tears start falling.
Phase 2: Screaming Bloody Murder
Usually starts when you enter the examination room. She somehow knows that this is the place where it's all going to go down and that it's time to put on her game face.
Phase 3: The Full Limp Noodle
Upon picking up the child to place her on the examination table, all of her muscles will relax and she will endeavor to turn into a puddle of toddler on the floor.
Phase 4: The Rabid Wolverine
The noodle having proven ineffective, the child will then “hulk up” and proceed to fight the X-ray process with tooth and nail. Actually, a single rabid wolverine doesn't really describe it; it's more like two rival hyena packs fighting over a dead gazelle. Expect to need at least two people to hold her down, perhaps more. Expect elbows to faces and scratches on arms. Expect multiple attempts at getting a clear image.
Phase 5: The Blubbering Mess
Once the torture is over, the child will now willingly sit on the examination table that you fought so hard to keep her on, but will snivel incoherently and look at you like you just killed her puppy.
Parents are not to be trusted.
----The inner thought of any small child
Was this a recent event? I get the same reaction with Cake every time we see our ped, even if it's not for her.
Yes, it happened on the day of the post, October 27th.
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