Yesterday we made a plan to receive our flu shots.  Stuart picked up the kids earlier than usual and drove them over to meet up with me at my office.  The boys ran over to me for a hug, but Logan immediately told me that he did not want a flu shot.  Stuart told me that when they walked in to the building, the staff asked if they were here for the shot and that when the boys found out.  The line for the Flu Clinic was quite long, so I took us to see the nurse who agreed to give us the shots.  Logan immediately shied away from it and volunteered daddy to go first, then I was next.  Connor was third.  Even though the nurse was very quick with it, Connor broke down tearing from the injection.  Logan was scared but did obey to stand with us to receive it.  Immediately after the injection, he buried his face in Stuart’s chest and refused to look up for some time.  It turned out he was tearing too, and he finally agreed to turn his attention to the stickers he was offered.  Then we all returned to my office for a bit, and the boys chatted with Auntie Michelle who gave them a snack to distract them from the bad experience.  Finally Stuart took Logan home to do homework, and left Connor behind to be my carpool buddy.  I had a few more minutes of work to finish up and so Connor did some drawing while Michelle also entertained him.