Milking it and word verification Wednesday

Monday Max had his 4 year old check up with the pediatrician, and you know what that means.

Immunizations.

Poor kid, he didn't even know this was going to happen. He was all cute, giggling as the doctor did her exam and then she walked out and not one but TWO nurses came in the room.
As soon as he saw what was on the tray they carried, he knew what was going on.

We sat him on the exam table and I held his hands and tried to distract him as each nurse quickly gave him two shots in each leg.
His eyes got large and he looked up at me with a panicked look on his face. I thought he was going to cry, but he didn't.

Instead, he got mad.

He just glared at me.

Then he gave the nurses the meanest, maddest, look I've ever seen from him or any kid his age. I could almost see the laser beams shooting out of his eyes at the poor unsuspecting nurses who were at that very time, trying to give him a popcicle.

Max growled "I not want a popcicle."

Nurse #1: "Are you sure buddy? Here's a red one."
Max: "(grrrrrrrrr) I. Not. Want. One."

Nurse #2: "Would you like a sticker? We have Spiderman or Spongebob?"

Max: "No. I. Not. Want. One."

Seriously, if looks could kill....................

I took the popcicle anyway and gave it to him in the car where he finally ate it. (well, some of it, after a good portion had melted down his arm and onto his carseat)

When we got home, he went in his room to play with his cars for a while.
Not too much later I heard him calling to me.
"MOM! MOM! MOM! HELP ME! I NOT CAN GET UP!

I went into his room where he sat, surrounded by cars, reaching up for me to help him. I stood him up and he winced and grabbed his legs.
"MY LEGS ARE HURTING!"

We went through this for the rest of the day. Every time he needed to go somewhere, I needed to help him.
Yesterday morning when my alarm went off, I found Max laying in the doorway to our bedroom.
"I not feel good. I can't know how to walk."
I gave him a warm bath and even carried him around for a while. I finally told him that he would need to start walking because he was going to school today.

"I not go to school! I not feeling good! I can't know how to walk!"

Naturally, me being the mean mom that I am, I took him to school anyway. (while there he seemed to get along just fine)

For the rest of the day he still couldn't use his legs and insisted on being carried everywhere.

This morning when he got up, I asked him how his legs were feeling and he said "They still are hurting."
A few minutes later he walked slowly into the kitchen and said "I have a great idea! We should make some cookies today!"
To which I replied "I don't think we could make cookies while your legs are still so sore."

Max paused for a moment then said "My legs are all better now! They aren't so hurting!" then he walked around the kitchen to show me that they were OK.

Which confirms what I've thought all along.................

A chocolate chip cookie will cure anything.

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Hey, it's Wednesday and time for everyone's favorite game show (OK, "everyone" might be a bit of an exaggeration)

WORD VERIFICATION WEDNESDAY!

The fun game where you go to the comment box, look at the word verification code and make up a definition for the word.

Seriously, it doesn't get any more fun than this!!

Last week, I gave the option of writing a limerick using the word and several of you outdid yourselves.

Way. To. Go!

Feel free to write a limerick again this week, but remember, this is not a competition, it's merely an exhibition, please, no wagering.

And please keep it clean, my kids read my blog.