SPN100 Challenge
Challenge word: squirm
Length: 100 words
Dean hates shots.
Weechester. Sam is two months old. Dean is 4.
"John, catch him!" Mary yelled.
John reached down, scooping up his oldest son as he came hurtling down the hall.
"What's the big hurry, sport?"
Dean squirmed in his arms. "No shots, Daddy!"
"What's he talking about?"
"We're taking Sammy to the doctor for some of his shots today."
"I don't like shots, Daddy."
"You're not getting any shots, son. Sammy is."
"Does he have to?" Dean's bottom lip quivered. "I don't want him to cry."
"You'll have to show him how to be tough. Can you do that?"
Dean nodded. "I can be tough."
John smiled. "That's my boy."
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