They took me to the doctor today for a "check up." Brother was deliriously happy that it was I, and not he, who was to be poked and prodded by Dr. Mengele. I signaled my disgust with the whole affair by peeing on the doctor's examination table. For extra effect I launched a salvo over my own head onto the pillow. Can't just wipe that down, can you?

Note to self: Mother seems to prefer that I detach from the nipple before I turn my head to look at something.