I took the boys to get their flu shots today. They're normal kids so, of course, they freak out when they hear 'shot.' I promised cake and ice cream if the didn't cry BEFORE the shot. I understand that it hurts and crying is acceptable during the shot. But I'm not ok with crying for 15 minutes on the drive there.
I thought that if I got my flu shot first, they would see that it was no big deal. So, I rolled up my sleeve and took it like a champ. The look of horror on their faces! There was a flaw in my plan. Now they knew exactly what they were in for.
Since Jackson was practically hyperventilating, I had him go next. I figured it'd be best to get the difficult one over with. And difficult it was. Keep in mind, we go to a military medical clinic. Big guys in military uniform are handing out these shots. I held Jackson's arms and bear hugged him into submission while Joe Navy gave him the shot.
By the time Jackson was done, I was sweating and my ears were ringing. While the Navy nurse man was getting ready for Silas' turn, he looks at me and say's "Where is he?" He starts looking under the chairs and behind the storage cabinet for my other kid.
Silas had escaped. He was so afraid of getting a flu shot that he ran away. The corpsman went down the hall one way and I went the other. At the end of the hall there were three guys in uniform looking at each other like 'What do we do?' while Silas hugged the wall, crying and repeating, "I don't want a shot. I don't want a shot."
I felt terrible. They almost called a Code Pink. He was shaking like a leaf. But I also couldn't stop laughing. He's usually my brave one. I never expected him to bolt! He gone!
