Post... errr "Poke" Office

I had to stop off at the Post Office today to buy some stamps. Reese and Claire came in with me. Once we entered the lobby Reese got really quiet and started to cry... big crocodile tears. I had no idea what was wrong. "Mom, I don't want a poke," he said sad enough to break my heart. I had no idea why he thought he was going to get a poke. "Oh, Honey, you're not going to get a poke (shot). This isn't a doctor's office, it's the Post Office." He looked behind the counter at the lady working and asked, "Is that the doctor? Mom, please I don't want a poke!" By this time he was attracting attention from the other people waiting in line. It took several of us reassuring him that they don't give out shots/pokes at the Post Office. The lady behind the counter explained that she is not a doctor and then she gave him a sucker. Life was good again :)