Playing Doctor
No, no, it’s not what you think.
I thought I’d share another peaceful vignette from our pastoral life. This is a prime example of the mini heart attacks the girls can induce, although nothing beats the time Miss C the 2-year-old gleefully ran away from me toward a busy strip mall parking lot when I was about 9 months pregnant with Miss A and everything went all slow motion on me, but not in a good superhuman Bionic Woman sort of way.
Any way, just yesterday morning I was snuggling (awwww) with Miss C.
Miss C, we need to clean your ears with a Q-tip. (I’m not sure what possessed me to think of that at that very moment, but I’m a pretty random thoughts kind of gal.)
Mommy…my friend L at school? She tried to stick a mulch chip in my ear and [she paused, as if for emphasis]…GET STUFF OUT!
Miss C, PLEASE don’t ever let anyone stick anything in your ear! That could really hurt you! Please don’t do that.
Why? Would it would hurt my bones?
No, but it could really hurt your ear. Don’t ever EVER stick anything in your ear. Didn’t it hurt when she tried to stick a mulch chip in your ear?
Just a little bit. But that’s OK mommy. Sometimes doctors hurt you on accident!
Sigh…
Speaking of mini heart attacks, we’re about to spend five days doing nothing but hitting the beach, pool, and water park with She Who is Trying so Hard to Learn to Swim and Loves Her New Strawberry Shortcake Water Wings and her baby sister, She Who Cannot Swim and Sinks Like a Rock, But Who is Fearless in the Water and Rebels Against Wearing Water Wings Despite the Fact that They Have Elmo on Them, Dammit.
