When I was four and a half and still living in Russia, I needed to have open heart surgery. After that, I needed to periodically go back to the hospital for check ups. I really hated doing that, so to bribe me into being a good girl, my mummy bought me a new dress. Lace, ruffles all over the place, the whole works. So we get into the doctor's office, and there were maybe five or six people standing there. One of the doctors comes up to me and goes in this really condescending voice "ok hunny, now we need you to take your dress off so we could listen to your heart" getting ready thinking I was going to put up a fight. Instead I said "of course I do. I don't want your old, dirty, instrument ruining my nice, new dress." All of the doctors started laughing and my mom just looked so mortified. She said "I'm sorry, she didn't really mean it," and I was like, "no I did."
