When they’re one y/o they have complete recognition of what’s happening… who’s doing what… and what is in store… so there’s no hiding it with songs or dancing…

So as you grip the little arms (and stop the writhing and fighting back) you can see their little widening eyes intently watching the needle as it gets ever closer to that fat thigh…

One Response to the tragedy of the needle and the squeal

  • Cara (your favourite cousin) says:

    Was he a brave little man? I use to give the doctor a “How dare you give me that needle” face. Better than crying.

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