After some time, mom and dad decided to take me in to see a doctor, because I was a... biiiit more quirky than they expected. While the pictures I took and printed from time to time were funny and consequently tacked onto the walls, -how you tack things to a cloud wall is beyond me- they decided that it might be time to get me debugged, if you catch my drift.

Anyway, there we all were, sitting in the room alloted to Doctor Bright Eyes, waiting for him to enter. We were seated on a large couch, adjusted to the standards of a quadrupedal being. Mom and dad were effectively lying down, with the two of us sitting between our mother's forelegs.

Sure enough, when the doctor we were to see came in, he was wearing the stereotypical white getup, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Bright Eyes was supposedly a quasi-prodigy who'd graduated from Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, and was an expert pediatrician, among other things.

"So." he began, looking down at me, "These cuties are my patients, eh? What seems to be the-"

Not missing a beat, the expected occurred. "*Click!*" *flash* *Bzzzzt!*

Dad said, a trifle smugly, "Does that answer your question, doc?" He hoofed the picture to the befuddled doctor. He blinked twice, then twice more. That was all the surprise he showed, but you could tell that he was confused.

Mom teased, "She clearly takes from her father's side of the family."

Dad played at looking hurt. "Hey!"

The doctor took a deep breath and said, "Okay. This ought to be interesting. Let the checkup begin."

The first thing he did, naturally, was listen to my heartbeat... which turned out to be a slightly slowed rumba. Fire Fox's was a slowed down samba.

Next he brought a sphygmomanometer(1) over. Fire Fox's blood pressure turned out to be fine, but when the cuff tightened, my eyes widened and repeatedly flashed red and blue, alternately. To my credit, I didn't cry, though. It still hurt a fair bit. But my BP was also relatively normal otherwise.

"This could be one for the record books." Bright Eyes commented off-hoofedly.

Next he tested our reflexes. When he tapped Fire Fox's hock with his mallet, it was a good thing that he had good reflexes himself, for in the next instant, my sister's opposite foreleg shot out, emitting a small burst of flame.

"Or maybe Rock Lea's Believe it or Not..." he finished, thoughtfully.

Then he did the same for me, and wasn't all that surprised when my same-side foreleg shot out, emitting a small blast of electricity.

"Maybe both." he added.

Then, floating a tongue depressor over for each of us, he directed, "Say 'ah'." to which we obliged. When he pressed them down, code swiftly crossed our vision.

After the tests were done with came our booster shots/blood tests... Which were apparently given early on, around here. When he withdrew the needle from Fire Fox's foreleg, the needle itself was slightly melted. When he pricked me, my eyes went blue and displayed, "ERROR!" This time I started to cry.

As it turned out, my tears were ink.

Bright Eyes looked like he'd just had an epiphany. "Ah. I see the problem."

"What is it, doctor?" mom asked.

"Your daughters have Confused Magic Condition. It is somewhat uncommon, but nothing too serious."

"Confused Magic Condition?" dad queried.

"Oh , yes. You see, there are multiple signature symptoms of that; For example, their tears being comprised of a substance related in some quantifiable capacity to their Talent, whether they've discovered it yet or not, having a hidden encyclopedic -or at least widespread- knowledge of things relating to said Talent, Mana Flares manifesting as... moderate peculiarities aside from ones they might typically experience -your daughter's photogenic photographic incidents, for example...

My sister and I had our heads cocked to one side, a lot of what he was saying going way over our heads. I felt like an adult from the Peanuts series back in my previous life was talking. Okay, it wasn't exactly THAT bad, but my still-developing mind didn't translate any of the words longer than six letters. If he had slowed down a bit, we might have understood but he was saying, but rapid fire like that...

Fire Fox tapped on my foreleg that was closest to her and pointed at the still-explaining doctor, a questioning look on her face. She didn't say anything as such, but the meaning was clear: "Do you get any of what he's saying?"

My ears drooped and I wiggled my opposite hoof back and forth. "Kind of?" Then I put both hooves on my head. "But whatever he's talking about is making my head hurt."

"There's more, of course, but you get the idea. Other than that, they should be able to live fairly regular -if slightly odd- lives." He finished.

Mom breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good news, at least."

Dad nodded in agreement. "Is there anything else that we should know?" He asked.

"Once we get the results of their blood work back, we should know more. We'll send you the tl;dr of the results when we do. For now, things should be all right as is. Just ensure that they get their vocational dose of sugar Oh! Speaking of, before I forget..."

Reaching into one of his drawers, he took out a couple of lollipops, floating them in front of our mouths. We sniffed at them before accepting them, to adorable effect.

In fact, we could all hear a crowd saying, "Aww".

We all looked around briefly, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, before shrugging and going back to the topic at hoof. I suppose "glitches" here and there were going to be a thing around here.

As we exited the hospital, mom commented, "You know what? It's a warm day; I'm in the mood for ice cream. Does anypony else agree?"

The two of us waved one foreleg each.

Like I said before, life was going to be interesting for our little family, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Author's Note

1: That's the actual name for a blood pressure tester. I got three bonus marks on my science exam for remembering how to spell that.