Well, I may have found something worse than watching my youngest get on the bus for Kindergarten.
I am not looking forward to the first day of school. I know, the current year isn't even over yet, but I am forced to think about next year already.
My youngest will be going to Kindergarten. The thought of him climbing on that big bus gives me shivers...but I explained all of that in my previous blog.
Now I believe I may have found something worse than that: The Kindergarten shots.
We went to the doctor yesterday to get our shots and copy of the health report. My son needed 4 shots! I had prepped him ahead and said we needed shots, shots keep you from getting sick, blah blah blah. I even threw in the bribe of a $ store visit and lunch. He seemed OK.
We got to the doctor's office and he was OK, until he watched his brother. Big brother walked into the exam room and immediately covered his ears. I gave him the glare, and he said, "What? I don't want to hear him scream."
Youngest perks right back up. "Is it gonna hurt? Are they big needles?" and on and on...
Time for the shots. Two nurses come in, they pin his legs and I have to hold his arms. The first shots go in. He says, "Ouch, that hurts a lot," and starts to cry. I knew when the last shot was going in he was tempted to kick the nurse, but I prevented that.
All in all, the look on his face with the shots was probably worse than what the first day will be. Maybe.
