Big day for my Big Boy

It was 5 year old shots day for Brett today. I wasn't sure how much warning to give him. I mentioned something last night, very casually, making light of the whole thing. He asked a little bit. We moved on. This morning we trooped off to the doctor. Dr. G, of course, was impressed by our little Mr. Personality. But then again, why wouldn't he be? Brett took deep breaths, walked heel-toe, ran "super fast" down the hall - did all the tricks he needed to do. Then it was time. He was very brave. Had to have a finger stick for blood. Handled that well. Talked to the nurse the whole time. Dropped his pants for the shot in the thigh. Only said no & covered his thigh with his hand once. Took that one like a little man too. Quick shot to the arm, watching the whole time. Not a whimper or an ouch, nothing. The nurse left us a pee cup, papers and walked out of the room. That's when it started. A pout of the lip. A quiver of the lip. A big crocodile tear sliding down his cheek. When I asked him what hurt, his leg or arm. He shook his head and said through tears, "My Finger". Awww, my poor, sweet baby :(