I took the kids this morning to get their flu shots. Will was NOT happy. I tried bribing him w/ the promise of a new toy after it was all over. He seemed like he was holding it together pretty well until we got called back into the exam room and then all bets were off. The minute the nurse walked in, he started screaming like a banshee and flailing around like a crazy person. They had to bring in another nurse to help hold him still. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally got the shot in his arm. I distinctly remember taking him to get a flu shot when he was two years old. There was an older boy in the line in front of us (this was a flu shot clinic at the peds office, so there were families waiting in line for a shot), probably the same age will is now (about five.) He was screaming and kicking and pleading with his dad while Will, my then little two year old, cried for about one second and then was distracted by the promise of a lollipop. I remember being a little smug at the time about how my son took it like a champ, much better than the older kid. Karma's a bitch. Funny how the older they get, the worse it is. They are smart enough to know that YES, it does hurt and NO, a lollipop is not going to cut it.
Words eaten. Smugness, gone.
PS: If you were wondering, Evelyn also did not do well. No lollipop could fool her either.
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