Give me your worst!

My son and daughter went in to get their shots a few days ago. Usually a very loud, emotional experience. When they brought out the long sharp needle Red gave it a brief condescending look that said, "Yeah, whatever dude." Then as the doctor approached with the sharp instrument Red didn't fuse, cringe, cry or even move. She was either going to show baby how to take such things in stride, or showing that the doctor's days of terror have come to an end. Even after the cold needled touched skin her demeanor failed to change. She was calm, collected and cool through he entire ordeal. (Which was a sight better than dad did giving blood last week. I can barlel keep myself from screaming.)
Smiley, however, refused to go without a fight, and let everyone in the building know what he thought of them and their shots.

My kids are totally kick ass.