Mommy and Daddy took me to see their cousin Ron, who is a pediatrician, for my follow-up for my Bronchiolitis issue.
And what happened?
Bronchiolitis bye-bye.
That means a clean bill of health, yo.
In fact, I was the healthiest baby he'd seen that day (being the first baby he'd seen that day was besides the point).
He even did a trick to see if my hips are all lined up, and you know what? They're all lined up.
The best part of the appointment, however, was when Ron left a box of liquid formula for them to take but they didn't know whether to take one or two bottles or the whole enchilada. They actually debated it. I thought it was hilarious.
They left the box and just took two bottles.
If it were up to me? Probably would have done the same thing. I'm raised from good stock.
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