Markers in place, stuck on his chest where he might have had points, if he was not a Pixar character doll (swag), he laughs maniacally when his string is pulled. Maybe he laughs because he will never get his boobs smashed between two glass plates, while the clamps tighten. He doesn't have to hold his breath, as the technician runs out to flip the switch. Well, he can't breath period, but that is not the reason he laughs.
One of us forgot to carefully remove the markers when getting dressed. There is a drawing of a fruit tree on the dressing room wall. The mammogramee is supposed to wait patiently until the technician gives the all clear on clean shots, and permission to get dressed. If not clean, go back and do it again only clamp the glass plates tighter. The little markers from previous mammogramees hang like strange fruit on the drawing of a tree. Jack-Jack wears his markers proudly and laughs maniacally when his string is pulled, because he does not have boobs. He only pretends he is going to get a mammogram, because one of us was so excited and relieved when she got the all clear, she just wore them home.
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