A Shot in the Arm

Although Natalie is excited about the prospect of Kindergarten, yesterday I burst her bubble a bit with the news that she'd need to get a few shots before blazing a trail through the school hallways.

"I don't want a check-up," she said.

"I know, Natalie.  No one does, but it's a school requirement.  Don't worry.  I'll be right by your side," I said.

After a moment of contemplating my offer, she picked up a photo of Noah she found lying in the car and asked, "Mom, do you think I could bring this photo of Noah with me to the appointment?  Then I could just pretend he was holding my hand."

Now, that's what you call "a shot in the arm."

Nat holding the photo she took in with her to the doctor appointment.

 

A lip whistle prize.  Hmmm...I don't think my pediatrician likes me very much.