Cootie shots and a bad dream

Ella Grace had her five year check up yesterday. Bless her heart, she is almost to the 50th percentile in height and weight. Dr. B thinks she may get taller than me, still! I let him break the news to her about shots yesterday. He began by asking if she knew what else was at school other than girls.
Ella Grace: a playground.
Dr. B: yes, there is a playground. But do you know what else? Boys. And boys have a disease - it's called cooties. Boys like to get buzz cuts, and wear holes in their jeans, and dirty socks and shoes and they smell. And you don't want their cooties.
(Ella Grace was getting a big kick out of this.)
Dr. B: We are going to give you some medicine to keep their cooties off of you. There is one for the blonde-headed boys, one for the red-headed boys and one for the dark headed boys. And if their cooties try to jump on you while you are trying to pay attention in class, they will bounce off of your invisible shield and blow-up and bounce away!
Then, Dr. B mentioned the "s" word. Ms. Debbie and Ms. Tina had to pry Ella Grace off of me, but she did a great job getting her shots.

Later at Chick-fil-a a mom came out of the play place to tell me Ella Grace said her arms hurt because of the shots, but her invisible shield is going to keep the boy cooties off.

And I'm good with that!

Then, last night Major had a bad dream. When I heard him literally yelling at me from his room, I rushed in there. He asked me to turn on the light, but I assured him it would wake his sister. Then, he kept saying there was a girl, a girl! I could tell at this point he was scared about something. He jumped in my arms and started pointing with a very stiff arm at a "ghost". I finally turned on the light to show him there was nothing there. He was reluctant to lay back down, but finally did. I sure hope he won't have more bad dreams, poor little guy.