cas was moody

Cas was moody. 

This seems to be the case a lot lately, you know, the drama of being a pre-teen.  Everything is just so "uh!"

But she felt this attitude was justified this time.  She had to get her shot to be able to register for middle school.  Which she is very much looking forward to. 

She was sullen for days before going, giving me dirty looks and pouting with her arms folded across her chest.  Because this is all my fault, right?  I had to grit my teeth together a few times to not lash out at her about the treatment I was receiving. 
Though I wasn't lashing out at her I was reminding her that her attitude was uncalled for and I certainly didn't deserve it. 

It was making me mad.

She even went as far as to turn her attitude on the doctor.  Keeping the sullen pout on her face and mumbling bare minimum answers to his questions.  Being a pediatrician he's seen this before, and he handled her beautifully.

Brynn tagged along for the ride.  She had some warts on her toes that she wanted gone.  She was excited at the prospect of having them taken care of. 

We sat in the tiny room waiting for the doctor and I looked at the two of them and couldn't help but laugh.

I told them
you know, when we leave here you two are going to be flip flopped.  Cas will realize that it really wasn't that big of a deal and Brynn isn't going to be a happy camper at all.
The irony intrigued me and I laughed at them.  Of course, neither believed me.

When it came right down to it, both were brave and strong.  Cas took her shot like a trooper, despite the days of brooding over it, she stood still for it, and even giggled when it was done.  What do you know, the worst part of it was anticipating it.  Mom may know a thing or two after all.

Brynn held still as wart after wart were frozen.  She clenched her teeth, gasped, pressed her hands over her eyes and held perfectly still.
Freezing warts hurts, doesn't it Brynn. 
She walked crooked for a couple of days, and complained about blisters, but is still happy with her decision to have it done.  I am too actually, I'm a forgetful mom and it's hard to stay on top of self treating them at home.
And when you don't stay on top of self treating them at home, they get bigger.  And spread.

We walked in with a sullen Casidee and a bouncy Brynn.  We walked out with a bouncy Casidee and a limping Brynn.

One thing's true for all of us.  Shopping for Easter dresses makes it all better.