Celia had taken to sulking beneath the mound of coats and winter accessories on the seat beside Asher. He could hear the rustling of her lollipop wrapper between sniffles, so he figured she was on her way to being over the trauma of the afternoon.

Daniel, on the other hand, looked as though he was going to start up all over again as he stared up at the man in scrubs. "No more needles, please," he pleaded, offering the man his sticker, as if that would help spare him anymore pain. He didn't offer the candy, though, Asher noticed. He thought is said something about his son's priorities.

Appointments with the dentist were definitely something to look into for next week.