“That’s up to the doctor.” Heather said, before turning to face Ella. “She’s afraid of needles.” Danielle shuddered. “Last time it took three people to give her one little shot.”
Danielle scoffed. “There was nothing little about it.”
“One itty, bitty, teenie, weenie shot.”
“That was a huge fricken needle!” Danielle protested.
“She cried the entire time.”
“Mom! Seriously! It was huge and painful. That lady just jabbed it into my arm!”
“She wouldn’t have had to jab it into your arm if you hadn’t been struggling to run away.”
“I was like seven or eight.”