Scarred

I reminded Wyatt today that his birthday is only nine days away and he was very excited.

"I'm going to be four!" he exclaimed.

I said, "Yes, and..."

Before I could get another word out, his smile faded and he said, "but I don't want to get a shot!"

Why, why, why, oh why did I ever admit that he'd have to get shots on his fourth birthday? Maybe because I said it waaaay back in flu-shot season and - silly me - I haven't learned that this child forgets nothing!