The downside to turning five is that your mom takes you in for a physical and you have to get shots. Four of them. And because your mom tells you about the shots the day before, you spend the whole day working yourself up about them, to the point where when you are in the doctor's office getting them it takes three nurses to hold you down. Literally, three nurses to just get you to the point where they can actually get the shots anywhere near you. And because you are so tense the nurses end up having to literally poke the shots into you, so you end up having sore legs for the rest of the day.
And then, on the way out, your little sister who was so good in the doctor's office and tried hard to ease your anxiety by putting on the "Doctor Monkey Show" while you were waiting for the shots to arrive has a HUGE meltdown in the middle of the parking lot on the way to the car. And your mom has to carry her kicking and screaming to her car seat, and she screams at your mom "Mommy, look what you did. I'm sending you to jail, Mommy."
And then, after you get home, you dad calls and says "How did it go honey?" and your mom says she quits.
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