ABOUT 15 YEARS AGO:
Kaylee and MC were playing ‘Biting Killer Rabbits’ (a made up game) at age 5 and 3 respectively. MC pushed Kaylee into a chair and split her head open. At the hospital the doctor asked:
“Well, what happened here?”
“Well”, says Kaylee, “me and my sister were playing… and… I…um… fell… rightdad?” (as she shoots a quick look to Shane)
This triggered a red flag to the doctor, “Okay mom and dad… please step aside… I need to hear Kaylee tell me what happened.”
UGHHHHHHHHH. It all worked out after a line of questioning by the doc and two nurses…but I’m not sure what was more traumatic. The questioning or the stitches.
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Shane took Kaylee to the last Cleveland Indians game at our old stadium. It was a huge deal for the city. She was about 4. They had hot dogs and she got a pennant and they dressed in the teams colors. The next day at preschool they had a ‘sharing session’. She told her class allllll about the Indians game, well… at least the things she found important.
“My daddy took me to the Indians game… and… and…. on the way back to the car… he peed in the bushes.”
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THIS WEEK….
Kaylee is getting ready for an anatomy lab (college). She comes up to me and says..
“Mom…smell this shirt”.
((*Now…I’m thinking…what? Does it smell musty like from sitting in the washer?*))
Nose in shirt….Biggggggg sniffff.
“Ewe, what is that?”
((she laughs)) “That’s the smell of Anatomy Lab. We’re supposed to wear the same clothes because they soak up the odors. This way we only stink up one outfit… you are smelling formaldehyde. Embalming fluid”
*blink*
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