Shots

Today the kids and I had our South American cocktails at FSI. I had my ziploc at the ready, but all were brave, no one barfed, and no one fainted ( I know, right?!).  The typhoid vaccine made our arms very sore, and the girls were very complain-y (all three of us). Grace was really whining before bed as we watched an episode of Little House on the Prairie.  Luck was with me, as it was the episode where Mary goes blind. "What made her go blind?" Grace asked, in that quavery voice kids use when they worry something bad might happen to them.  My voice became very grave. "Oh, well, I'm pretty sure she went blind from typhoid fever, but luckily you got the vaccine for that today, so you won't have to worry about that," replied the worst mother in the world. She rubbed her arm and not another peep of complaint after that (Mary actually went blind from scarlet fever, but I use what is laid in front of me to the best of my parenting advantage).

Also, lollipops!: