I guess there aren’t too many ways to keep a kid still during doctor visits. It looks awfully uncomfortable in there.
I’m surprised they didn’t try to fit me into one. It was practically a hobby of mine to throw temper tantrums and fits while at the doctor’s office. Especially if I figured out I was going to get a shot.
When I was a kid, sometimes I didn’t get the eye-dialating drop part of the eye exam, because my mother and four nurses together couldn’t hold me down for it. I’ll have to send that to my mom.
(By the way, although I used to draw hilarious pictures for my eye doctor of him with devil horns and a tail being hanged by dwarves and such, I refuse now as an adult to go to any other eye doctor. So I have to sit in the little chairs while I wait for my eye exams. They still have those illustrated Bibles, by the way.)