Prickles

Instead of crying after his shots, this is what Caleb said:

OUCH! THAT REALLY REALLY HURT, MOMMY!  THAT HURT REALLY BAD!  SHE PRICKLED ME!  (repeat this about three times)

No uncontrollable, incoherent crying.  Just a loud half-sobbing diatribe about how much he didn't like shots and a new word: prickle.  I like it.

He showed Grandma and everyone at the library his "prickles." :-)  Oh, my brave little man.