Did your parents ever offer to cut off an appendage as a way to "fix" an owie when you were little? I think mine did (mainly my dad because he's strange like that), although I had forgotten about it until I had the following conversation with Zoey yesterday:
Setting: Kitchen. I'm preparing a cup of hot milk and two syringes full of Motrin and amoxicillin. Zoey is slumped against the cupboard, all casual-like.
Zoey: Mommy? I don't want to cut my yeg (leg) off.
Me: What?
Zoey: My yeg. Don't cut it off!
Me: (slightly exasperated) Zoey! Who told you we'd cut your leg off? That's silly!
Zoey: Daddy! Daddy did! I had an owie and he said we cut off my yeg!
It took me several minutes to reassure her that we would not be amputating her leg any time soon. Which led in to a brief dissertation on remaining healthy and free of disease like diabetes that might require leg amputation. Because having a nurse for a mom hasn't screwed her up enough already.
2 comments:
bryan 1, zoey 0.
Sweet. My dad actually hauled me over to the cutting board, meat cleaver in hand after I wouldn't stop crying about a sliver. 'Cause that makes a kid calm down....
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