I know that my writing will not do this story justice as I am not the best storyteller but I NEED to jot this down before my memory fades…
We were at the Dr.’s getting the two older kids their flu shots and Reagan’s 2 month shots as the nurse walked in with a hand full of needles she said, “Lets get Owen shot done first.”
We were at the Dr.’s getting the two older kids their flu shots and Reagan’s 2 month shots as the nurse walked in with a hand full of needles she said, “Lets get Owen shot done first.”
“Yeah I am first” he said obviously not remembering what a shot was. I held him in my arms as the nurse rubbed his upper arm with alcohol. Just as soon as she was done with that prep she took the needle and stuck it right into his arm. In an instant his expression changed. He looks dead into the nurse’s eyes and said “I am not coming back to the Dr.s, I do not like it here. I don’t like the ceilings, I don’t like that green car outside, and I don’t even like Halloween.”
The nurse said with a smile, “Well, that’s pretty negative.”
Daddy, trying to settle Owen down said, “Well, bud you did get a sticker.”
Owen responded promptly with, “I don’t like these stickers anyway, I will not come back here again. I don’t like it here!”
Later talking to Grandma he told her that “I had to get a shot but I wont be going back, I don’t like the sand, I don’t like the grass, and I don’t even like Santa.” In which he changed his mind pretty quickly about Santa when I told he that he was listening;)
Oh, Owen where in the world did we get you?!?! But we aren’t giving you back you keep us laughing, and I have heard laughter is good for you. YOUR LUCKY FOR THAT, little dude;)
The nurse said with a smile, “Well, that’s pretty negative.”
Daddy, trying to settle Owen down said, “Well, bud you did get a sticker.”
Owen responded promptly with, “I don’t like these stickers anyway, I will not come back here again. I don’t like it here!”
Later talking to Grandma he told her that “I had to get a shot but I wont be going back, I don’t like the sand, I don’t like the grass, and I don’t even like Santa.” In which he changed his mind pretty quickly about Santa when I told he that he was listening;)
Oh, Owen where in the world did we get you?!?! But we aren’t giving you back you keep us laughing, and I have heard laughter is good for you. YOUR LUCKY FOR THAT, little dude;)
1 comment:
I love this story! It makes me laugh every time I read it. Your kids all have a great personality!
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