Shots

We took K-bao to get her second round of shots today at the doctor's office. Hoping to keep her distracted and in good spirits leading up to the inevitable unpleasantries, we sang and whispered sweet nothings to her while entering the waiting room and heading into the examination room.

Our little girl was not the least bit fooled. She took one look at the Pepto-Bismal walls and the cold, tissue-papered ledge on which thousands of unsuspecting little children before her had laid prior to getting stuck like a pin cushion, and immediately put on the Will-Cry-in-30-seconds Face. What, you think I was born yesterday? said her look.

Then the nurse - the same rough, slightly bigger-boned nurse who had given her the needle last time - walked in to weigh her, and K-bao threw out the clock and immediately sounded the alarm. "A she-wolf is in the room! I am going to be taken away and eaten! She will feed me in bits and pieces to her little cubs!" No amount of cajoling, pleading or begging would calm her down. K-Pop even broke out the Clown Dance - a move that, in public, is reserved for dire emergencies - and was only able to dial her back from Incredibly Upset to Very Upset. All of this was before the shots were administered.

All in all, a tough trip. When she got home, K-bao showed her thanks by presenting K-Mum - on her birthday, no less - with a diaper so dirty that it not only blew through two sets of clothing, it also wiped out 2 sets of changing table pads. Happy birthday Mommy!