Fun.

Another old one dug up, from the summer:

Clara had her 18 month checkup today. Including vaccinations.

She's screaming her eyes out about all of it - being weighed, being measured, and of course the needles.

I find talking to her and asking her questions often helps with this kind of stuff, because she needs to stop screaming to answer me.

So I'm asking her:

Me: Clara, did you get a needle?
Clara: Uh-huuuuuuh!
Me: Did it hurt?
Clara: Yeah...
Me: Was it fun? Are needles fun?
Clara: Uh-huh.
Me: Really? It's fun?
Clara: Yeah...

I guess she doesn't know what fun means?

But, the our little chat helped her calm down, so whatever. It worked.

On our way out, we're at the desk, making her next appointment. The receptionist is asking her what happened (she sees her tear-streaked face) and Clara points to her arm (where she got a needle) and says "Fun."

I thought I misunderstood her, so I asked her what happened to her arm. She answered again "Fun."
When I dropped her off at daycare, she ran over to Philip, pointed to her arm, and told him "Fun."

Okay then.
From now on, in Clara-ish, 'fun' means vaccinations.