I planned to take the girls for our annual flu shot after school yesterday.

 
It wasn’t something they would be excited about planning like a trip to Disney or finding a broken garden ornament with their metal detector so I decided to tell them as we were getting into the car en route to the drug store.

 
Chloe asked, “Is that the one where they stab you and kill you?”

 
Not exactly.

 
“I’m scared. Do I get a treat?”

 
Let’s focus on not getting sick and we’ll worry about a treat later.

 
Ellie: “Remember Mom, a spoon full of sugar? Remember that song?”

 
So now I have to buy a bag of sugar before we get our shots. And a plastic spoon.

 
Hanna: “Mom, can we just go home and do this another day? I have a lot of math homework. I’d rather do math homework than get a flu shot, that’s how much I don’t want a flu shot.”

 
Chloe: What would you rather have a house fall on you or a sling shot?

 
We came to a quick consensus everyone in the car would prefer a sling shot over having a house fall on us.

 
Hanna: You could use a sling shot to fling candy. A sling shot would be awesome.

 
Ellie: I’d like a sling shot too. Mom, can you get me a sling shot for my birthday?

 
It’s not until February so we might have to write that down. Birthday wish list item 1—candy sling-shot.

 
Chloe: Well I would rather have a house fall on me than get a sling shot.

 
We slunk to the back of the drug store. I was carrying Chloe, Hanna and Ellie were lined up behind Mother-duckling style.

 
When the pharmacist appeared at the window, the two older girls emerged like an ornamental, Japanese fan.

 
“Can I help you?”

 
Chloe gulped, “We’re here for our sling shot.”