Today we
received registration confirmation from Little Hands, the pre-school that
Keagan will attend next fall. After reading the letter, I told Keagan the good
news, and then made the off-hand remark that he will also need to get a shot.
While just a few minutes ago there had been laughing, joking, and smiling faces
at the kitchen table, there was now complete silence. I looked over my shoulder
and saw big tears rolling down Keagan's cheeks, and then he began sobbing, more
like yelling, "No! No!" I tried to reassure him that it was just a
shot; Evan had the same shot last summer. Even Evan tried to tell him that it
was no big deal. The shot only hurt a little bit. I dried the tears on his face
that now dripped down the front of his shirt, and he composed himself long
enough to say, "Well, just tell me. How big is the gun?"
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