I have to go in for blood work tomorrow at 7am. I am scared. I remember this one time, my mom and I were living in Minnesota together. I was 5. She was 25. I needed to go to the doctor to get a shot. I was crying. She told me that we could go get ice cream if I was a good girl. There was a stuffed bumblebee hanging from the ceiling of the office. I ended up crying, and making a fuss, but I was spoiled, so we went to the drive up A&W after the appointment.
I don't think kids should be rewarded with food. It's just one of those things I don't really agree with. I will try not to do this as a parent, but I can't make any promises.