My daughter played the part of an atomic bomb

Cutesy Buttons had her 4 year check up today. This means that she got four booster shots in preperation for starting school next year. She was a little confused when we told her that she had to go get shots at the doctor. "I don't want to die," she said. "No, sweetie. You are not getting shot. You are getting a shot." we explained that it was medicine so she wouldn't get sick and that afterwards she would get a Slurpee. That made things sound really good. She was so happy all though her exam as the measured, weighed and poked at her. Then the nurses came in with the shots. We had her lay on the exam table and I held her arms over her head. The whole time she was so happy go lucky. The nurses prepared like they were dismantling a bomb. It was just like that scene in Armegeddon where the dismantle the nuke before the government can blow it up. Each nurse had two needles and a leg, along with cotten swabs and wipes. One nurse even counted down from twenty. Before she got to zero Cutesy Buttons had four shots and bandages on both legs and was screaming at the top of her lungs. I am sure that she was thinking we had betrayed her, but by the time we got to 7-eleven she had calmed down enough to pick out a cherry Slurpee and the world was saved. At least as far as she is concerned.