Vaccinations
I took Chloe to the doctor last week. When we walked in the door, the nurse (I’ll call her “Susie”) met us with a smile. “Hi, Mr. Myers. Hello, Chloe. How are you today?” Susie was friendly, efficient and good with the children. I always liked her. “We’re fine,” I said. “We’re here for Chloe’s checkup.” “Okay,” she said. She looked down at the chart. “Uh-oh, it looks like Chloe’s going to get shots today.” “Shots?” “Yes, sir. But don’t worry,” she said with a light laugh, “they won’t hurt a bit.” Honestly, who did Susie think she was lying …
You Do It.
We started our little adventure through the neighborhood with Chloe sitting in the wagon and me pulling it. Things quickly went downhill from there. For about half a block, she was content to sit still and let me do all the work. Then she wanted out so she could walk. After about ten minutes of walking, she wanted to pull the wagon herself. I tried to talk her out of it but she was so insistent, I finally let her. It was quite a sight to see. She did very well at the beginning, but she lacked the ability to …
