Scared Me: Evan, come here for a second,please.
Poor unsuspecting Evan: Yeah?
Sad Mom: Um, buddy, I have some bad news. You have to go to the doctor tomorrow.
Sad Evan: Why? Do I need shots. (imagine his big brown eyes welling up with tears.)
Mean Mom: Yes, honey, you need some shots.
Scared Evan: Just one, right?
I shook my head
Even more scared Evan: Two?
I shook my head again
Getting more scared by the minute Evan: Three? (more tears)
Another shake of my head
Scared shittless at this point Evan: Four? (shaking starts)
Very sad Mommy: Yes, four. But....No Evan, stop shaking your head. You can't start school unless you get these shots.
Sly Evan: Fine, I won't go to school.
Quick Mommy: Wait a minute, Evy, you have to go to school. Look, I'll make them be as gentle as possible, OK.
Non-believing Evan: Well, do you promise they will be gentle?
Assuring Mommy: Oh, I will make them try. And guess what? We can go have ice cream afterwards, OK. We'll go see Daddy and have ice cream.
Forgetful Evan: ICE CREAM?! YEAH! BEFORE LUNCH!!! WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!