Yesterday was the girls' four year-old check-up. All was going supremely well as Olivia impressed the doctor with her physical agility and Grace impressed him with her verbal ability. Then, at the end, the doctor said they would need three vaccinations today. Before the word "vaccination" was even out of his mouth they both began wailing at the top of their lungs, each trying to outdo each other in the volume department. The doc left, and while we waited for the nurse to come in with the dreaded shots, I plied the girls with M&Ms to try and get them to relax. As soon as the nurse walked in, they started screaming again and didn't stop until the shots were over. It took two nurses and myself to hold them down. When Olivia saw a tiny pinprick of blood on her thigh, she vomited all over herself. Chocolatey, boogery barf. Then, Grace, smelling the vomit, also barfed. At this point it was 3:15 and Henry was due to get off the bus at 3:40 down in Coupeville, so my only option was to throw the vomit-splattered girls in their carseats and hit the road. They were still crying, and I had to pee. The smell of vomit combined with my need to pee and my stress about not meeting the bus was a really swell combination. At 3:42 I pulled onto my road at the same time as the bus. I almost peed my pants with relief.