I love paper!

Today I took Reagan to the doctor because we thought she had croup. Ick. As soon as we got back to the room, I plopped her little butt up on the table. The table is covered with a paper sheet that most doctor’s use for each patient. Well she thought it was just a playground or something. She had a ball. She kicked and hit and played the whole time we waited for the doctor to show up. She would kick her feet and giggle out loud and then look at me to react. It was so darn cute. I couldn’t help but laugh myself. Next she would smack the paper with her hand, and when that wasn’t enough, she picked my hand up and smacked it down on the paper for me. Her enjoyment of the paper was squelched quickly by the doctor trying to look in her ears. Not only did she not like that, she also decided quickly she didn’t like the thing up her nose or the tongue depressor on her tongue. Oops.