Gentry had to go to the pediatrician today to get shots for Kindergarten. 4 shots to be exact. He screamed BLOODY MURDER and kept asking the doctor "why are you doing this to me??" It broke my heart.
He used to love his pediatrician. Most of the time he just has to see her for minor things and he hasn't gotten a shot in a long time. He loves to get measured and weighed...and the stickers at the end are somehow cooler than any other sticker ever. But I think his affection for her may have lessened a little after today because he's suddenly claiming that she's "evil".
And he holds a mean grudge. She's going to have to do better than stickers next time. If I can even get him in the door!
It really hit me today that he's about to start school. I'm excited for him...but a little sad at the same time. I think that first day is going to be tough for both of us.
This summer is already flying by. They go back in a little over a month. What happened to 3 month summers that we had when I was little??
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You could always tell him about Patrick's IV in the head. :-)
He'll swear his ordeal was worse!
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