I received a beautiful card from Ms. Ella (niece) yesterday. I text her momma (Heather) to tell Ella I would be taking it to the hospital with me to "brighten" up the room while I was there. Heather sent me a response that I just had to share, sorry Bob couldn't help it....way too cute to keep to myself.
I shared your text with Ella last night. She asked if you were still sick. I told her you were able to go to work, and the store but you still had the 'oweee' called cancer in your part of the tummy that helps you get the poops out. I know, graphic but I'm not one to lie. Besides, her parents are older, our friends are older, her grandparents are older: death is going to be a real thing for her at a young age. I digress. So, she says, "Is Aunt Cathy's doctor going to go in her mouth and fly down to get the cancer?" I LOVE HER!! And I think it was a brilliant deduction for a 3 1/2 year old. I pulled up my shirt and explained to her the doctor had a special tool to get through your skin. Her big concern was how bad you were going to hurt. I told her you were going to get special medicine to take it all away. :)
Perfect way to start my morning, Bob!! And if ever I had to read in print "get the poops out", I guess here is the best place. Love you!
ReplyDeleteCLARIFICATION: And by my mentioning death, I should have said serious illness. Because by no means do I think you are going anywhere anytime soon. OK. Now I feel better :)
ReplyDeleteYou are too funny! I knew exactly what you meant and didn't take it that way. I applaud your honesty with her, if you remember we never sugar coated anything with Christian and Haley and I think they have turned out pretty darn good so far!
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