The big kid and I had to get our blood drawn for physical stuffs. She didn't like it.
Of course, as an adult who usually does physicals on the regular, the couple vials drawn every time aren't a big deal. The kiddo, though, has only had a few; few enough that she doesn't remember the last time. We decided to schedule them at the same time, so she could see me do it with nary a flinch (only in the worst cases), and maybe be a little less scared.
She was fine with me getting mine done. Didn't want to watch too closely, but the phlebotomist was charming and vocal and happy to help keep spirits up. She was fine through the blood spurting in the vials, and the extraction. The little swab and tape, I said, was the worst part, because later it'll pull on all my arm hairs.
She was fine right up until it was her turn to sit in the chair. She got over that, but then wanted to see the needle. The one they used on me seemed huge, so the phlebotomist showed her the little butterfly needle (which she unfortunately dropped on the floor, burning one to try to calm my kid's nerves).
In the end, another helper came to hold her hand, so that the arm wouldn't move so much. Poke in, bottle full, switchblade pulled the needle out, done. Kiddo was a little concerned at the absence of the needle, so we showed her it went back inside the plastic, and wasn't left in her arm. In the end, merely a moment of uncomfortable, made worse by her fear and concern.
All good, we took off, and made it to school in time. I even got back before my first meeting.
At work, they pointed out it is "Mario Day," because Mar 10 looks like MarIO. So there will be plenty of game backgrounds, I'm sure.