My first doctor didn't believe in percentiles. I liked him. Why? Because
at this new place they tell me I'm in the 80th percentile for weight.
Channeling Kim, not Kate. (Makes Mom happy. Me - not so sure.)
But I decided to listen to Grandma and just keep smiling. It's too early to have a weight complex, right?
Not to worry though. Right afterwards they told me I was in the 85th percentile for head size. Woo Hoo! Bigger brains than thighs is my motto.
After that, percentiles were over (yes - I am breezing over the fact that I'm short - 50th percentile for height). On to heart and lungs. They said I sounded congested.
Yep. Always. But don't bother me none.
What will six months bring? Only time will tell...
(P.S. Shots were a breeze this time!)
