Doing our best to contract Meningitis...

Yesterday I picked the boys up early from school to (finally) get their flu shots.   The nurse called us into the actual office, then stepped out for a loonnnng 5-10 minutes.  Why?  Just why?

The boys were beyond excited to get their shots this year.  Again… why?

James insisted on laying down on the
stretcher to get the full effect.

Peter is clearly doing his best to fall
on the cold, hard, linoleum floor.

Perhaps you notice Henry with that pen and paper.
Guesses??
Yeah, he's writing out his spelling words.
(Think he does that at home when I ask?  Guesses??)

Great, Pete.

Again with pretending he's hurt and in an ambulance.

Now you see Henry.

Now you don't.

Look at Pete's eyes on the needle.
NOW he gets it...

Apparently Henry still thinks it's funny.

A couple take-aways….

1) I may be raising cold-blooded killers.

2) These boys may not get the flu, but after rolling ALL AROUND that germy office they're sure to get something gross!

3) They definitely keep life interesting.

Happy Saturday, folks!