But things took a downturn when Nurse Ratchett told Mommy that Sammy needed five (Yes! Count 'em..one, two, three, four, freaking five!) shots today. In my head I heard the Queen say, "We are not pleased!"
I don't know who was more traumatized by this, Sammy, Mommy, or Mimi. I think the afternoon will be spent sitting on the couch together holding each other.