Will they ever end?
Yes, they drug me into the doctor's office yesterday...AGAIN. And this time? It was for a Flu shot. As usual, the nurse greeted me with a happy smile. And as usual, shortly after that she morphed into her evil twin, complete with a sharp needle.
And she stabbed me. I let out a little scream, but this time I didn't bother with the crying thing. It hasn't been exactly productive when they've had me shot in the past, so why bother? At least this time I had mommy going on about how I'm a "Bwrave widdle boy" rather then the "Oooooo you poooooooor thing!" Personally, if you ask me, I think it'd be better to avoid the Oooooo-stuff and the bwrave-nonsense and just skip the shots altogether! As they haven't figured that one out, I wonder how I'm ever going to manage all this "growing up" stuff. Clearly, I'll just have to do it on my own!
So, on the way out, they made yet another appointment for me to get shot, yet again, next month -- go figure! At least daddy let me pick out the mush I had for dinner -- I choose green...
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