My son gets shots today.
Crap.
I'm dreading it.
Last time he got stuck, he clamped onto my neck and body for his bloody life, clawing my neck. After she stuck him the first time, he went from cute-little-baby-boy to deranged Vietnam vet watching over his back for even the slightest move.
He screamed. He turned purple. He shed a month's worth of snot and tears.
I think I heard him hiss at her. Or maybe that was me.
I'm gonna be talkin' to Jesus a lot this morning. I hope He doesn't mind if I clamp onto His neck. I promise not to claw.
Or hiss.