I knew something was up when mommy showed up at Cheryl's an hour early on Monday. We headed home as usual, listening to Dora songs along the way, but when we pulled in the driveway daddy got in the car! Hi Daddy, what are you doing home early? He told me we were going to see the Doctor. Bad news. I am not a fan of the Doctor. Well, actually, I am not a fan of the nurse. She is the one that pricks me in the thigh. She is the one that I SCREAMED at last time we went to the Dr. and she still pricked me again even after I screamed at her. I figured there was no use arguing so off we went.
At the appointment we learned that I am in the 25th percentile for height (no news there!) and Annabelle is in the 91st percentile. Man, I better start growing faster before she catches up to me! Anyways, after talking with the doctor and twirling around on the spinning stool, the dreaded nurse showed up.
Annabelle was first. The nurse gave her the first shot... and she didn't cry! The nurse gave her the second shot... and she didn't cry! What? Annabelle, are you crazy? Don't you know those shots hurt? Now its my turn. Now there is no way I am going to let my BABY sister show me up. I have to be brave. Don't cry Hallie, Don't cry Hallie. Shot one. Ouch, ouch that really hurts, but I'm a tough girl. Daddy is letting me squeeze him with all my might and that helps. Shot two. Ok, my face is bright red and I want to scream but I won't, I won't... Shot three. Yay, its over, I did it!
And thats the end of my story about the time that sister and I got shots and didn't cry a peep!
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