The Dreaded Flu Shot!!

I decided on a whim that tonight after work I would take the kids to the mall to get our flu shots. Don't ask me why a mall would be a good place to give flu shots - perhaps because the mall is so dead that no one will hear all the little kids screaming . . . or maybe it's because there are so many empty spaces - they can have their choice of which one to use . . . whatever the reason we went - to the spot that used to house The Buckle clothing store. It was very strange to me to think that back in high school I would drag my parents to The Buckle and have them buy me the most ridiculously priced clothes EVER. I could almost see myself trying on those GUESS jeans for $70 - and my parents happily shelling out the dough to get them. I'm dreading the teenage years!

Sorry, back to the flu shots. So my plan was to not tell the kids why we were going to the mall until I absolutely had to. So of course they didn't think anything of it and we're walking through the mall and come to The Buckle - aka flu shot central. Kadin sees all the chairs and people waiting . . . . he looks at me and goes "what is this place?" Brian and I just look at each other and ignore him.

So I go to the desk and the lady loudly asks . . . "here for a flu shot today?" Well, someones little ears heard the word "shot" and immediately Kadin began to panic and cry. So I'm thinking - great now not only do we have to wait for our turn, but we have to wait while we listen to Kadin whine the whole time about how he doesn't want a shot!

Thankfully the lady behind the desk felt so bad about exposing the truth about our visit - she allowed my kids to take a toy before their shots to distract them. Well she was a complete genius because my children spent the next 20 minutes chasing little smiley faced balls around the completely empty mall. Have I mentioned that our mall is really lame???

Anyway . . . it's was finally our turn and as we walked to our curtain I warned this poor woman that she was going to have a live one on her hands. She quietly asked . . . "which one?" "The boy" I quickly stated. She got us settled into our cubby and Kadin quickly started to panic.

First Kadin wanted to go first, then he wanted to go last, and then when "last" finally came he didn't want to go at all! Big surprise! That kid was simply hysterical!!! First he refused to take his arm out of his shirt . . . and when I tried to get it out he stiffened up like a dead person with rigamortis - man that kid is strong!!! So Daddy gave it a try and we finally got his shirt off and I could tell this woman was a little frightened to try and stick a needle into the arm of a boy who is flailing around like a fish out of water. She kept saying "now, you're going to need to really hold his arms tightly." Well no kidding . . . can't you see that we're trying here???

Three minutes of intense screaming and thrashing - me with a death grip on his arms and Dad holding down the legs and it was over. Kadin got a cheetah colored band aide and had successfully terrified any small child in the waiting area that was next in line.

Oh . . . what? You're wondering how Bella did? Hmmm . . . what was it that she said . . . oh yeah I think she said . . . "I'm exited . . . I'm happy!" (I'm not kidding - she really said that!) Not a single tear shed. Amazing . . .