Monday, September 26, 2011

Flu Shots

The two little boys getting ready for bed.

This afternoon, I packed the four boys into the van. Destination: CVS. Flu Shots. As we approached the store, I admitted to the boys the reason for our visit. I felt like the information had to be presented honestly, but tactfully enough to not incite mass hysteria.

Of course, with the casual mention of the word "shot," panic multiplied. Connor was practically hyperventilating. Caleb was flat our refusing to get out of the car. Collin looked mildly concerned, but a little unsure of why.

Cooper surprised me the most. He began to beam. Then announced, "I love shots." He continued to chant this mantra as we entered the clinic and selected our seats by the nurse.

The nurse gazed at all four boys, and uttered, "Who wants to be first?"

Connor quivered. Caleb shot her look like, "Don't even think about it." Collin looked perplexed.

Cooper immediately shot up his hand and said, "I'll go first."

Without hesitation, Cooper dropped his pants and took the shot in stride. The nurses announced they'd never seen such a thing: a kid who likes shots.

I laughed through the whole ordeal.

It was so Cooper.


Thrill Seeker.


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