I forgot that we had his pediatrician appointment earlier this week. He is in the 97th percentile (he dropped a percentile this year)—and is the height of an average 7 year old. He was super brave for his shots and didn’t even cry during the first 3…it was only after the last one that his little face scrunched up and the tears flowed. The nurse said “I know, I’m so sorry—that last one does hurt” and I felt so badly for him, because I had a shot recently that hurt, too! He said that “they shot me in my bones” and was so sure that last one had gone in his bone.
