Today at EMN, I post a story about taking Sarah to get her allergy tests yesterday.
I swear, you'd have thought we were skinning her alive. Even though she remembered (after the fact) the sage advice I'd given her about the best way to get a shot: just try to relax and think of something else, so your muscles don't tense up.
Yeah, right. One look at those plastic toothpicks, and we practically had to unhook her ten little fingernails from the ceiling tiles. My shins are going to be sporting shiners for a week.
Still, when it was all over, she turned off the waterworks, smiled at me brightly and said, "I was a GOOD GIRL! Do I get my treat now?"
*sigh.* That depends ... do I get one, too?