This conversation took place in my van this morning on the way to bring Chloe to school: (unfortunately - no snow day, just a two-hour delay)
Brett: Mommy, I'm sick. I need to go to the doctor.
Mom: O.K. honey, I already made you an appointment - we're gonna go to the doctor.
Brett: But I don't want a shot.
Mom: Oh, no Brett, you're not going to get a shot, she's just going to check you out.
Brett: Like a checkup?
Mom: Yep, just like a check-up, and maybe she'll give you some medicine.
Brett: But mommy, the medicine doesn't work.
Poor guy, we have been doing breathing treatments, using vaporizers, giving cough syrup, and nothing has worked. So off to the doctor we go - for both boys, because Owen isn't better yet either. Man - this thing hangs on. I'm just thankful it's not the flu! (I'm not good with puking kids - ask Ryan! :))
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