Those eyes

Two days ago a certain girl asked for a very specific big-eyed cat stuffed animal. I’ve tried probably 10 different stores and gift shops, but settled for a parrot and a dolphin because no one has the cats in stock.

So, this morning I got a little lost while looking for a CVS to buy antacids (something about eating an entire pizza at 1:00 am.)

Suddenly I’m in a really rough neighborhood, all bail bonds and check cashing and gun stores. I spot a Walgreen’s and stop for antacids. Lo and behold… they have giant stacks of the big eyed cats.

Karma? Divine intervention? Dumb luck?

I don’t care.

It’s going to make a little girl very happy and she deserves a break.

So helpful

(moving a heavy hospital chair)

Wonderful Wife: “Oww.”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “What’s wrong, Mama?”

WW: “Oh, I think I just strained a muscle in my arm a little.”

LMT: “Would it help if you rubbed my foot?” (sticks foot in air)

WW: “Uhh… yes. Yes, it would. How did you know?”

LMT: “I’m smart.”

Medicated

(soft whiny voice) “Oooo… my tummy really hurts…”

“I’m so sorry, kiddo. Where does it hurt?”

(soft whiny voice) “oooo… everywhere… oooooo”

“What do you think would help your tummy?”

(loud and clear) “SKITTLES.”

But you know… it’s hard to argue with a six year old in a hospital bed.