Yearly Checkup (Already Old Enough, She is Finally Tall Enough and Heavy Enough to Escape Her Booster Seat)
She was distraught at the possibility of a flu shot. He promised to dance for her if she needed one. (He in fact danced for her -- flailing limbs and bopping top-hat in the tiiiight space afforded us in exam room 6 -- while they took her blood sample.) But then they offered her a choice between a jab or a snort, and as Zaza is a saline spray pro, up her schnozzle it went.