Trot had his 4 year old check up today, and in addition to doing cartwheels on the examining table, hanging onto the window sill and asking the Doctor if he could, and I quote, "Wear your ear hearing thing" he also got 3 shots.
Which apparently didn't please him all that much, since he responded with turning a deep shade of Redskin maroon and spent the next 10 minutes yelling his fool head off.
When the nurse came back in with his Tylenol for the pain I guess he was still a tad bit bent since he informed her in a loud and not exactly happy voice that "This tastes like chili. And watermelon".
Sox/Rangers, Fenway Park, 7 p.m. tomorrow night.
It can't get here soon enough.
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