Today, Kathleen, Sophia, and I went down to the nurse's office at FSI to get 'poked,' as Kathleen terms it. Sophia took things fairly well, finding solace in her thumb and blanket. Kathleen, who had been talking all week about the Swedish Fish she would get as a reward for bravery, did not as evidenced by her screams and attempts to kick the nurse.
This evening, as I was putting Kathleen down to bed, a health exam nurse (for life insurance - yes we really are becoming adults) came to our house. Not being up to her usual bedtime antics, I told Kathleen that if the nurse heard her, Kathleen would get poked again. I haven't heard even a rustle.