Sore. If you look closely at the last one you can see the needle sticking in my arm. The big smile on my face was purely for the camera. It wasn't real.
When we were leaving I told the secretary that the last shot had hurt the worst. She said in a nice Indiana accent, "Yeah, that's the MMR. See that little baby out there? She'll be in here next and she's getting the MMR too, and here in a couple minutes she'll be screaming."
Thank you secretary. Good thing you didn't tell me that before I got my shots.
*thanks Daddy for the title that I kinda stole from your email :)