A wailing Tiggy limped and sobbed her way across the lawn, half carried and half dragged by her amazing auntie. Small blood spots marked every other footprint as she passed.
Caleb, had been disassembling and stacking the old, fallen-down garage, and it turned out that he had left some boards, rusty nail side up, around on the walkway – right where Tiggy’s feet found it.
We have opted to only get our children those immunizations they actually needed, when they needed them. As you can imagine, Devon wasted no time in getting a bajillion tetanus shots, and Damon inflicted his share of deep, potentially tetanogenic injuries. Tiggy, being the sort of very fine Tiggy that she is, has never had to have anything so indelicate as an immunization, or even antibiotics. (Surprisingly, for such a little germ-muffin, Devon hasn’t had antibiotics, either, though Damon had a course of penicillin after being attacked by a dog a year-and-a-half ago. Two days before Christmas, but that’s another story.)
When she heard that we were going to get her shot, um, I mean A shot, she started crying even harder. Laura tried to comfort her. “Don’t worry, Tiggy, it doesn’t really hurt – it’s just like a bee sting.
Tina held her hands up as if encasing a cylinder the size of a loaf of bread. “Yeah, a really big bee.”
When it came right down to it, Tiggy did not disgrace herself. Jack said she took it like a man, but I ask you, when was the last time he was in labor??? I think she took it like a woman. Just sayin’.
Until the next adventure,
Noni Beth, mother of Limpetta Marie