Tornado A had his well-visit today. Luckily, my mother took the other children, so it was just Tornado A and me. He was on his best behavior, excited to pretend to be an only child.
The doctor came in and talked to Tornado A, explaining what she will do and why she would do it. Then she asked Tornado A if he had any questions. He shook his head.
Doctor: Do you have any questions?
Tornado A: I have a question!
Doctor: Oh? What is your question?
Tornado A: Am I going to get a shot?!
Doctor: (smiled and shook her head) No. You don’t get any shots today. You won’t until you’re 11.
Tornado A: My brother is 11! Is he going to get a shot?!
Doctor: At his next visit, yes.
Tornado A: Good!
Then he gave a nod to signal he was done and satisfied with the conversation.