Today, the girls have to get their last shot and then we will be all sorted. Hopefully, they won't remember anything that happened and makes them want to leave us. Both Mila and Sansa are running away from us, unwilling to take the shot. Steve and I are running after them and we both together are able to corner Sansa after a few minutes. Feels like a d**k move really, but we don't have a choice. I hold her in my arms and she immediately starts thrashing and jumping in my arms.
"It's the last one, baby! No more after that, I promise! Pinky promise! Daddy is going to get you lots of toys, okay?"
I try to put her over my lap and do it with Steve's help who holds her hands. Her legs meanwhile are locked in between mine and I use my hands to hold her body in place.
"I am so so sor
