(Prevention)
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Sitting in the waiting room, Christine leaned against her father's knee and whined, "I don't want a shot, Daddy."
Tired of his daughters incessant whining, Booth rubbed his forehead, "Honey, you're starting school in three weeks. You need to get this last shot so you can go. It's a school rule. You know we have to follow the rules."
Tearfully, Christine ran her hand across her eyes, "I don't want the shot Daddy, it hurts. I won't go to school. I can stay home."
Glancing at Brennan, Booth shook his head, "Bones, maybe we can put it off for another week."
Firmly, Brennan shook her head in response, "No Booth. She needs the shot a few weeks before she goes to school. My mother used to tell me that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."
Puzzled, Christine scratched the side of her head, "I don't know what that means."
Amused that Christine looked exactly like her mother when she didn't understand something, Booth smiled, "It means that it's better to keep a bad thing from happening instead of trying to fix the bad thing once it happens."
Moving between his knees, Christine placed her arms around his waist, "Can we get ice cream after the mean doctor stabs me, Daddy."
Rubbing her back, Booth assured her, "Oh yeah, we can do that. If you're a good girl you can even have two scoops."
Annoyed, Brennan shook her head, "The doctor isn't going to stab you, Christine. It's a very small needle and it will just prick your skin."
Solemnly, Christine shook her head, "I don't think so, Mommy."
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It's that time of year.
