Oh the Drama

Only 25(ish) days until we depart for warmer climes. Our vacation to Mexico is quickly approaching. This morning our entire family had an appointment at the International Travel Clinic for ... (cue the ominous music) ... shots.

Our four-year-old son had been dreading this morning's appointment, but he knew that in order to go on the trip he needed to have a shot. This morning in the van we finally discovered why our son was so terrified.

Our little boy thought he was going to the clinic to be shot. With a gun. A great, big needle gun, apparently.

Oh, my.

The long and the short of the story is this: Our son did receive his needle. He screamed something fierce in the clinic room, but survived to tell the tale.

Mexico, here we come!