Lewis woke up with a 'hot throat' and a fever recently. I took him to urgent care, STREP! Poor fellow. We got a prescription for antibiotics and stayed there in the doctors office to practice swallowing the pills (2 pills, three times a date for 10 days!). He couldn't even get one down. He just couldn't figure out the swallowing thing. The other two options were a liquid he takes just as often (which he hates) or a one-time shot. Lewis said with confidence and bravery, "the shot." So back into the doc's office we went. And it's no ordinary shot as was made clear to me and him. A huge penicillin shot that hurts buckets. I held him at the nurse pricked his leg and injected a pretty extraordinary amount of fluid into his 6-year-old leg. He screamed and cried, such a hard moment for him (and me). And the nurse, who said she almost cried. Afterwards he limped over and got a How To Train Your Dragon sticker. Later I asked him, if you could reverse time and choose again, a shot or the liquid, what would you choose? "The shot." A brave fellow he is!