4th degree white belt?

Dennis earned his fourth stripe in Taekwondo tonight, which I presume means he is soon to be promoted to a yellow belt. Earlier today, he was scheduled for his flu shot. We'd been playing outside when I came in to check on him. He was "hiding" in the den in front of the television, hunkered down into a smallish Dennis ball. I asked him what he was doing. He said "I'm way too involved in this TV show to play outside, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to miss my flu shot." Ah. I mentioned that there's a new thing out now called FluMist (which he's had before) where you inhale a mist in your nose rather than a needle in your arm. This was how I got him in the car. He checked the mail for us on the way to the doctor's office and was thrilled to find the Lego holiday catalog addressed to himself. I was thankful for it as well, especially when we arrived and the doctor's office and saw the sign posted that they were out of FluMist and had only the injection available. I didn't tell Dennis. I just read his Lego catalog to him until they called us back, and he only realized that he was getting a shot as it was headed for his arm. He cried just a bit, but it was pretty much over before the first tear was out. Then he was very impressed with himself for not having screamed his head off and for being big enough to get shots in his arm and not his legs ("or my bottom--those really hurt!"). He earned a special sticker and I got him pizza for lunch as reward for his bravery. He drank some Sprite with supper and is currently zipping around the house with legs and lips both moving at light speed. It might be a long night!