I Don't Want a Pokie!

I’m taking the family for their flu shots tonight (for all you Americans out there - I'm honestly not trying to rub it in). I’d signed up to get the vaccine at work, as we have a clinic here every year, but there’s also a clinic in my town tonight, and I’d rather get vaccinated sooner rather than later. Last year all of us except my son came down with the A-fuegian flu and it was horrible. I’d like to spare Frankie this year.

I mentioned our trip at the dinner table last night and my daughter had a giant flip-out. The second I mentioned the word “shot” that was it – complete and utter breakdown (my bad – I should have said “vaccination”). “I don’t want a pokie!” she wailed. I tried to explain that getting this pokie would save her getting several pokies should she have to go to the hospital like she did last year. There was no calming her down.

I finally had to tell her I was joking (who would joke about that?) and she told me that it was a good joke - "You really tricked me, Mommie!" Wait till we get to the clinic! We may have to blindfold her and have her go first (before she knows what’s going on). Wish me luck.

UPDATE: We got our shots last night and it didn't go as bad as I thought, nor was I able to secure the magic dermal medicine that keeps it from hurting. Little girl exit polls indicated that "It didn't hurt that bad". She was very brave and got to have a big chocolate for her troubles.