Sam had his 2-year-old doctor’s checkup yesterday. Aline and the kids took the bus to get to the doctor’s and I joined them at her office. As I arrived, I could see our doctor filling up her needle in the lab area and jokingly told her to go easy on the little guy.
A minute later, I heard his familiar cry. It didn’t last too long unlike Hazel who I’m sure will scream like a banshee when it’s time for her next one. Then out he came and ran into my arms with blotchy red eyes and a smile on his face sorrowfully repeating ‘hurts, hurts, hurts’.
Ever wondered what would happen if poor Rapunzel was hard of hearing? It sure ain’t her hair that she starts tossing out the window . . .
