This morning, the four of us had the adventure of a pediatric visit — with shots. Will wowed everyone by not making a peep while he got his (including the painful MMR); the doctor was so impressed she told him he could have as many stickers as he wanted from her basket. (Will picked two, both involving construction trucks, and put one on his chest and one on Kate’s.) Considering what he has gone through in the past with shots, we felt this was worthy of some serious treats.
Kate, however, did not take the pricks so well. She was pissed. I haven’t heard her wail like that since the PKU prick in the hospital. Although she quieted down quickly, her brow had no intention of unfurrowing. She really wanted us to know she was Not Happy. Even after we got home, fed her, and rocked her to sleep, she still had her brow furrowed. 
Doctor Milvid suggested Motrin for Kate in the afternoon. When we got home, I realized that I had none of the infant drop variety, as we’d graduated to chewables (aka: hide-in-food-ables) with Will. Since it didn’t look like Kate was going to come back anytime soon, Will and I walked around the corner to the neighborhood pharmacy.
Uptown Pharmacy is your classic small-town, Mom-and-Pop corner drug store. It’s the place to get Boudreaux’s Butt Paste products and clothing (Boudreaux’s is a local brand) and a great place to pop into for just about any little thing you’re missing at home. There is one dangerous part to visiting the store: checkout is in the back at the pharmacy desk, where the shelves are lined at preschooler height with every sweet and salty snack imaginable. The clerks were checking on their stock of Alavert-D (they ended up ordering it and will have in tomorrow for pick up, how’s that for speciality service?) — which meant that Will was all over those treat shelves. After saying “you may look but you may not touch” four dozen times, Will finally got the hint to not pick things up and began pointing and asking “how ’bout this one?” … over and over and over.
I was about at my limit when I got an idea. In my best pirate voice, I said to him: “How ’bout we get some Pirate Booty on the way home? What say ye ta that, matey, arrrgh??”
Will thought for a second. Then as if on queue, smiled and said, “Yup! Arrrgh!”
So on the way back from the pharmacy, we stopped by our Whole Foods. Will picked up the bag of Pirate Booty (when he says it, it sounds more like “Pirate foody”) and brought it to the cashier. “Arrrgh,” he said to her. I explained that we were pirates out for a snack. “Oh,” she laughed. “Arrrgh,” Will repeated. And then blew her a kiss before grabbing his booty and walking home.
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