Yesterday the kids had their five year check up and shots. Oh boy! I can't believe they turn five tomorrow. My little leprechauns turn FIVE! Any way we got into the doctors office and we had been sitting in the room for a while and the kids started to get antsy when I hear the doctor yell out to the front desk from the room next to us "Call 911". The little boy next to us passed out. They had two police cars an emt unit and two ambulances show up. After the doctor came in to see us she said that he will be fine but I couldn't get anything other info out of her. So now she's sitting with my kids preparing to give them shots and I'm wondering if she did something wrong. Should I make another appointment with different doctor?
Um OK! So, things go well with Coles shots. She cried but it wasn't to bad. I was getting her dressed when Moe realized it was his turn and ran from the exam room screaming. I ran after him and caught him in the waiting room. I turn around and Cole is standing behind me half dressed with her hands over her ears. I get Moe back in the room and he scrambles under the exam table and wrapped him arms and legs around the leg of the table. Never once did he stop screaming. My poor baby! What could I do to get him out? - I started bribing him. I promised him lollipops, told him we would go get him some more goldfish.
I'm surprised that nobody ran from the waiting room. One boy goes out on a stretcher, another screaming at the top of his lungs. And Moe being so melodramatic insisted that he lost all use of his arms.
On the way home we stopped by the pet store. I woke up this morning to a fish tank full of dead fish. Not one of them lived and even the fish that we've had for a while had died. WTF?
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