Very brave

All moms have to go through the dreaded shots with their kids. It's a necessary evil, really. We got flu shots for ourselves and our 2 1/2 year old the other day. The parents went first, one at a time so the other could distract our son so he wouldn't know what we were up to. Then it was Benjamin's turn. I sat in a chair holding him (and keeping his arm still) while he held onto his dearest friend (a very well-loved stuffed turtle). I was armed with treats in my pocket. The nurse quickly stuck a needle in my precious boy's arm, making him jump, but no tears. She put a band aid on, and Benjamin's little face crumbled and he cried. I opened the package holding the treats and hugged my baby. Before we left the clinic he had stopped crying and I told him he was very brave. He proceeded to talk about his band aid and ate his snack all the way to the car. I blinked away tears behind my sunglasses. We both were very brave.