There was much debating and gnashing of teeth. Well, Mom and Dad’s, obviously. I don’t have teeth. Yet!

The subject was whether or not to get me helmet therapy. The child fysiotherapist told Mom a while ago that I would need a helmet to make my already divine head even more divine. She called it plagiocephaly. Of course I didn’t remember all that. Mommy wrote it down.

After much debating and nay-saying, Mom visited the doctor who explained her what the consequences of not wearing a helmet would be.

So, after much debating, Mom and Dad decided to get me a helmet. I’m not sure if I like it but a princess has to suffer a little bit, I think.

We got an appointment with the hospital doctor on 16 June, so please root for me wherever you are.

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