It was Flu Shot day today.
Remembering last time we did this, this time....I took Bear.
We also didn't tell the kids what we were going to do until they were strapped in their seats and we were driving towards the highway.
(And that part of it? Troubled me. It felt sneaky.)
As soon as we told him, Cass got upset. Fiercely upset. We took his mind of it by letting him pick the order of who went first, second, etc (we were all getting poked - family togetherness! Whee!) and then deciding what we were doing afterwards (eat supper, or go see Papa?) and that seemed to work.
He was calm and a little apprehensive until we walked into the doctor's office, and then, he.....
...crawled under a chair in the waiting room.
The crowded waiting room.
(Meanwhile, Rosey is looking for a book to read and saying hi to another woman waiting. Supremely unconcerned.)
Then we were in an exam room, Bear sitting C up with him, soothing and talking to him, Rosey ogling the lollipop jar.
When the doctor came in, Cass jerked away when the needle hit him and had to be re-pricked (the trauma! THE TRAUMA!!!) and so I took him and put him in my lap afterwards (and when did my boy get so long??) and R had her turn.
While he sobbed, she stuck out her arm, winced, and asked for a band-aid.
(Why yes, they are completely opposite in temperment, why??)
His tears dried, he decided on a green lolly and we were off to see Papa.
Last year, I thought I was going to have to sit on him to make him stay still.
This year, he didn't run away.
But I still felt horrid.