I couldn't tell how bad it was when I got to the school, because he had a bandaid over the spot right below his eyebrow. When the nurse took it off, we could tell that he would definitely need stitches!
I told him if he was tough and held still for the doctor, I would buy him whatever you he wanted at the store. That worked! He didn't cry it scream, he just pleaded, "no doctor, please no, don't give me a shot!"
Dr. B was impressed with how well he did, so off to the store we went. He chose an Optimus Prime mashables.
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