So the next day I took Marin to the Pediatric Orthipedic to put a cast on her arm. The whole time we were in the exam room applying the case I kept repeating to Marin what brave girl she is. No crying. Brave girl. No crying.
Fast forward a few minutes. We are out in a packed solid waiting room while the receptionist dubs around with the insurance card. Marin starts circulating the room, pulling on each person's wrist to get their attention, one at a time, looking up and asking "Did you cry when you see Doctor? I didn't"
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