I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. Sam, please stop screaming. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. It's okay. It's not going to hurt. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. They are just going to look in your throat. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. Sam, stop screaming. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. You have to stop screaming. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go There won't be any shots I promise. to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. Sam, if you keep screaming, I will have to give Daddy a bad report, and you won't get to play with the iPod later. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I will pull this car over. I don't want to go to the doctor. Do you want me to pull this car over? I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. Sam, please. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. What do I have to do to make you stop screaming? I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to go to the doctor. If you stop screaming, I'll give you a cookie. I don't want to
What kind of cookie?
LOL!!! I love your children and your writing!! How was his throat?
ReplyDeleteIt did happen to me! A little differently though... My second son had a chance to play his latest piano recital piece for a room full of people who actually wanted to hear it. After a lot of back and forth with him, I bribed him to play for $20. I finally gave him the $20 dollars I promised him back then, when he was 18 years old, at his senior piano/harp recital. There is light at the end of the tunnel.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYup. That's about right.
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