Here I am in the pediatrician's waiting room, strapped in a car seat so I can't escape, dressed as a bear. Humiliating? You bet.
The smooth-talking doctor is going to measure me (unsurprisingly discovering that I gained an inch and a kilo again, just like last month) and then stick me with a couple needles full of weird chemicals and I'll cry. He'll reassure the grownups that my massively disproportional head is well within recorded medical limits and I am by no means becoming a supervillain. We'll see, doc...
