ouch!

This past Monday, The Ben endured the most terrible afternoon of his short lifetime, even worse perhaps than the times when mommy leaves the poor boy at home alone with his father. Yes, yes, yes, our little man woke up that particular morning eager to enjoy another fabulously sunlit day and was instead deceived into a trip to baby-hell: the dreaded doctor’s office. And not just any old visit, no, The Ben was there to receive his first leg-full of immunizations. As I’m certain every caring parent would remember vividly, the visit was probably more painful for us than it was for the child. The Ben handled the two punctures with surprising poise then let us know exactly how much trust he had lost in us during a minute-long tirade. It wasn’t long before he settled down and realized, as we stood there perfectly somber, guiltily reflecting on our failure as his protectors, that we had suffered long enough and deserved to be forgiven. Then our son [it is still sooooo cool to say that] granted us a bundle of cooing and smiling before passing out cold from the children’s Tylenol.

It was positively unbearably amazing. And they’re making us do it all over again in just two months. Oh, the horror. . .