Evan had his kindergarten check up today. The good news is that he is as healthy as a horse and is ready to go. He was quite cooperative thorough the whole thing and a real funny guy while talking with the doctor. It was happy swell meadows until the end. Sadly, he needed 4 booster shots. He was totally ok while the nurse got them out and set them by him. I told him they were just going to pinch for a minute and then he would be all done. The dear nurse was apologizing before she even started, I think she is new, and she was as sweet as could be.
Evan hugged me while she stuck him four times and he was rather pissed by the third one. When it was done, he started sobbing. I asked him if he was still hurting and he said "No mommy, I'm just so sad!" And then the wailing began. It was as if I had just taken away his birthday. I teared up a bit because mommies know the difference between a "hurting" cry and a "broken hearted" cry. This was definitely the later of the two. He sobbed for a good 10 minutes while we wrapped up, got shoes on and I carried him to the check out desk. He cried all the way out of the office, to the car and a good 15 of the 20 minutes it took to get home. As we were nearing the house he suddenly stopped and this was our conversation:
"Mommy? I need to see that giwl fwom the doctor."
Me: "Why sweetie?"
Him: "Because she huwt me wiff dose pinchy fings. Dat was not nice."
Me: "Well, it is not fun, but that is her job to keep you healthy. You want to be healthy for school right?"
Him: "No mom. She was not nice. I'm going to fight hew. I will use my mighty sowd (sword) and fight her."
So, heads up to the nurse...Evan will be meeting you at high noon in the parking lot. Bring your sword and may the best pirate win.
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