Day four

So, today we had our first real excursion, to the pediatrician. The doctors say it's something about "John diss." I don't who John is or why he's feeling dissed, but enough with the blood tests. I thought you had to be more than four days old to be a blood donor.

You don't want to hear me cry, though (that's my parents' job). So anyway, I had a first-class seat for the trip, but the entertainment options were slim. I thought the supplied reading material (see photo) was a little formulaic and dull, despite the graphic nature of the diagrams.