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.