I’ve been sick lately, which for Moonie has been AWESOME. It meant he got to go to the doctor’s, which means climbing on junglerific potted plants.
In a waiting room piled high with health magazines and brochures about exercising, my little dude managed to flip open the one non-health-related magazine to the one picture of cake. That’s my guy.
I needed to give samples for bloodwork, and Moonie insisted on giving my boo-boo a kiss. (Awww.)
Finally, we needed to pick up prescriptions, and he couldn’t wait to get his blood pressure checked.
The machine had a bit of trouble taking a reading, though, as it wasn’t designed for Moonies. But he made up his own number (I believe it was something like three million over fifty-eleven), and he seemed pretty happy with it.