Assuming the Worst

We had Sunday night football on TV while we listened to the blond twin read a Christmas story when the news broke in to say that President Obama was going to speak at the Sandy Hook memorial service. We all sat and watched the President. The girls asked a few questions, but not many.
When they were getting ready for bed, the brunette twin said, "I don't want to get shot."
I immediately held my breath. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let her watch President Obama. She's such a worrier that maybe we should have kept the media blackout going.
The brunette twin was sitting in my lap so I said, "What do you mean baby?" She replied, "I know I have allergies, but I don't want to get shots. I don't think I need them."
We launched right into a conversation about her allergies, how we're tired of listening to her sniffle, how good shots will make her feel, etc. She wasn't buying any of it. She doesn't want to get allergy shots.
We promised her we wouldn't make any decisions right away. We'd take her back to the allergist and then talk about it again.
I walked out of the room grateful I misunderstood what she said. I might worry about her safety every day in school, but I don't need her to carry that burden.