Friday was a mixed day for Eddy and particularly Little Ted; not only did we expect them to return to school after a prolonged absence due to fever and strep throat but they were also to be "treated" to a visit to the doctor to update their immunizations.
Eddy had three shots and cried a little but was very brave about it. Little Ted needed four shots and had to be first extracted from under the furniture and then physically held down by Ted, Mrs Ted and a nurse while a second nurse stabbed him six times before successfully completing his four shots. He was not a happy chappy and declared huffily, as I put him in the minivan, "I'm never having any more shots EVER!"
(Not sure at this point how to break the news to him about the booster he needs to go back for in 30 days time)
Anyway, as usual, regardless of an 11am appointment time we did not get away from the surgery until nearly 1pm. So Ted decided to take his unhappy brood, and their four sore legs, to the beach for lunch. We picked up MacDonalds and gave up all plans for a return to school this week. The little monsters recovered sufficiently to enjoy vigorous play on the pirate ship and swings before heading into the water for a long paddling session. (foot, not canoe) Little Ted got soaked from head to foot and had to wear Daddy's shirt on the journey home; Eddy was only slightly damp and dried off in the wind on the way back to the van.

In the evening we continued the "forget about the shots" therapy with a family viewing of "Night at the Museum" which everyone enjoyed and the kids just managed to stay awake until the end credits began to roll. As I write this it is 1.20am and they are still asleep on the floor of the family room; it seemed a shame to disturb them:-)