Kezia's shots

Today Kezia got shots. She would have been fine. She went there knowing she was going to get shots and excited for the stickers that she would receive. Then, the doctor, most likely one without his own children, told her that she was going to get "owies" that would hurt a bit and might make her cry. (Thanks, doc. Why don't you also tell her that medicine tastes like bile?!?) So during the painstakingly long time that the nurse was out of the room getting her 3 shots ready, Kezia's mind began to race, conjuring up images, I am sure, of 3 inch thick needles that require the hands of 3 separate nurses to hold upright. The vision of stickers soon tarnished. More would be required to calm this screaming, kicking child. But I came prepared: Candy. One swedish fish per shot? Ok. But the screaming didn't stop. Or the kicking. Or the thrashing. While the nurse was trying to place the shot. I thought for sure I would be the one vaccinated by slip of the needle. So I said, "ok, Kezia, how about getting a prize afterward from the store, like a book or a toy or a-" "A BOOK!! I WANT A BOOK!!! WAAAAAAA!!!"

So she survived. And here's the funny part. She got her two stickers, and pranced through the waiting room flashing them in the direction of the poor, unknowing children waiting their turn. We stopped at the bathroom and when I came out of the stall, I couldn't see Kezia, so I called to her. You know what she was doing? Standing outside the bathroom showing off her stickers to anyone who passed by! She deserved the stickers and the glory. I just wonder why I didn't pick some up for myself...