What??!!!?

Chooch has to get a couple shots and Ziva has to get her pre-surgical bloodwork done as she's going under the knife on Wednesday for a spay procedure so we're off to the vet.

"I HATE shots, dad."

"Did you say 'surgery'?"

Update:

You know, from the howling the little one did, you'd think somebody was killing her. As soon as they tried to clean the spot where they were gonna take blood she started wailing. Oy! But we're home and everybody survived ... barely. Wednesday's gonna be fun.