When Reed found out he was going to get three shots at this doctor appointment he said, "I'm going to be brave." Well he was brave alright. One in the leg and each arm. I asked him later if he had wanted to cry. He said "yes but when he got the shot his brain finked (thinked) about it and he didn't cry, then after the next shot his brain finked about it again and he didn't cry and after free (3) shots his brain finked about it again and he didn't cry any tears."
The doctor gave him a Certificate of Bravery with a coupon for ice cream at Chick-filet. There were lots of National Guards there eating lunch. Reed kept going over and telling them about his shots and thanking them for being soldiers. One soldier came over to our table on his way out and gave Reed the American Flag patch from his uniform. Reed loves soldiers especially his Uncle H. Then he started talking and talking. "Some soldiers are boys some are girls. Some soldiers are good and some are bad. Are they going to a real war? Some good soldiers die. Some bad soldiers die too. How do you know which ones are the good guys? That was nice of him to give me his patch. Do they fly in helicopters? Actually I think they fly in bombing airplanes. Are there bombing airplanes, mommy? Do they live in Tennessee?"
I think his brain put in some overtime today.
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