Day 8: A moment

I love my job. I won't lie, it's pretty much the best in the entire world. There is one thing I definitely do not love though, and that is shots. It makes me sad to see all those cute little babies cry. But the other day there was a three-year-old boy that came in with croup. Yep, you guessed it. I had to give him a shot. He totally knew what was up the minute I walked in. He laid on the table and started to protest. I cleaned off his leg and gave him the shot as fast as I could. He looked at me as big tears welled up in his eyes and started to spill over. Not even a second later, however, he got a really mad look on his face and blew a raspberry at me. I guess I deserved that...