forfeit a gyno visit

A little girl, 6 maybe 7 years old, was shopping with her mom at Snyder's drugstore. She was wearing purple Power Puff Girls snowboots.

She spots a headband on the shelf. Attached to the top is a set of stuffed, fuzzy antlers. Her mother immediately says "No."

"I just want to see it." She picks it up. She starts to hum. "Ooh, it's so neat!"

Her mother repeats herself. "No." She adds wearily, "Put it down."

The little girl continues humming. She puts it on. Her head bounces from shoulder to shoulder. "But don't I look soooo cute?" She lets her head fall back to look at her mom, her face dimpling in an insincere smile. She smoothes the bangs of her eyes. "I'm just so cute, aren't I!"

Silence. The tired mom stares down at her.

"Please can I have it? Pretty please? Please, please mama!?" The smile on the girl's face is fast disappearing, her face quickly turning sour. "I want it!"

The mom continues to stare at her. Finally, she says defeatedly, "Fine. Take it off."

"I can get it?! Yay!" yips the girl, flinging the headband over her shoulder which lands in the cart. She's already moving onto the next aisle.

And that, folks, is the finest birthcontrol on the market.