Mizz gets old, goes to the doctor

Mizz had his two year old check up and unfortunately, it seems that we have turned a corner. Specifically, he no longer puts up with it and is, in fact, seemingly terrified of the white paper that covers the exam table. I suppose it is not really the paper per se but the memory of, oh, the hundred or so shots that the docs have callously administered to him while he was pinned down on it. He also was clear that he didn't want his ears looked into but did manage to open his mouth to say AH. Mizz continues his existence as a string bean and is long and lean. We were given the instructions to ply him with as much cake and candy as he likes. Or maybe it was whole milk, peanut butter, and other healthy, calorie laden snacks. She reassured me that one day his taste buds and texture preferences may branch out from cheese, cheese, cheese, and more cheese, but I'll believe it when I see it.