Jekyll and Hyde

Nina, Lyla, and I have been plagued by a respiratory bug since the weekend, and I ended up taking Lyla to the pediatrician yesterday to get looked at. I warned the doctor that Lyla isn't too keen on those in the medical profession, but the exam had to take place nevertheless. As soon as the doctor tried listening to Lyla's breathing, she began her screaming, twisting, pushing, resisting, etc. to the point where both the doctor and I were attempting to restrain her enough just to get her ears checked and breathing listened to. The doctor turned to me and said, "She's a real little pistol, isn't she?" For those of us who know Lyla, it isn't too often that Lyla and being a pistol are mentioned in the same sentence. However, as soon as the doctor left the room, Lyla returned to her normal self - smiling, chatting with her high little voice, pointing, and playing. The minute the doctor walked back into the room to hand me the perscription, it was tears, crying, angry faces, etc. Dare I say we've got another drama queen in the family?