By Tony Hicks
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 at 11:31 am in Uncategorized.
At the risk of again writing about my kids – for which one smart-ass colleague without children recently made fun of me in the office – I have to take off from the office today to get my 15-month-old a shot.
I couldn’t tell you which one it is: polio, rubella, mumps … Legionnaire’s Disease … whatever. I don’t know what any of these things are to begin with. But my other kids got these shots and are pretty healthy, so I’ll go along with it. I just hate when the moment comes, and your kid looks at you. First there’s a bit of surprise, like “Hey, something’s happening here.” Then there’s a bit of alarm, like “Hey, this kind of hurts.” Then there’s the full-on “Hey, this REALLY *%$#?* HURTS” look, followed by crying while looking at you like it’s your fault which, I suppose, is true.
She’ll survive, Which, I guess, is the whole point.