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This is what happens when you refuse to allow me to take a picture of you on your first day of school as a senior.

First, I take you to the doctor. Yes, I know you're a senior in high school today. I get that. I do. I realize my insignifcance in your life. No, you really don't have to spend the entire time there pretending to text all your friends. I'm used to being ignored by you. So, here we are at the doctor so she can have a look at your pus filled toe. No, go ahead. Text away. I have plans for you.

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Those plans? Well, they involve not one but two (count'em, TWO) sharp pointy needles that will be pushed into your arm.

Oh sure, feign indifference. I know you're scared.

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Get ready, get set........POKE!

Oh c'mon... at least give me the satisfaction of wincing.

No?

Phooey.

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I'll just have to find a different way to break through that I'm-the-coolest-thing-since-sliced-bread facade.

Don't worry. It'll come to me.

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  1. Leni Qinan11:36 PM

    Hi Pammy, I've been reading quietly till today, but the sight of this young man coldly standing the two shots like 'nothing happens', made me smile.

    I still cheat my 7 and 5 yr olds when it's 'vaccine day'. I always promise them it won't hurt and give them a hug and a candy right after. I supose you had a similar recipe. (I'm learning here... in a few years they'll be teens!).

    PS.- I hope there's no strike. Cross my fingers. ;)

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  2. G. Parker2:25 PM

    Sigh...my senior is not quite mature enough to be 'cool'. lol. My 7th grader was thrilled to be going too. I even convinced my senior to pay most of his fees....ha ha ha! I still can't believe he's my second one...

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