We used to have dreadful battles with Rachel in the mornings, getting her up and dressed. One morning when she was 2 and a few months, I pulled out her denim overalls and a nice red turtleneck. I popped the shirt on her and she began fighting to get it off. "No, no, I don't want to wear this turtleneck," she sobbed. "I want to wear that other turtleneck."
"What other turtleneck?" I asked.
"The turtleneck...[much waving of hands and fidgeting of fingers]...the turtleneck with the little doggies all over it!" she sobbed.
I thought and thought and couldn't think of any turtleneck with little doggies on it. I told her I didn't think she had a turtleneck with doggies on it.
And she looked at me and snapped back, "Well, buy one right now!"
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Poor ole present day Rachel has pinched a nerve in her lower back and is in a fair amount of discomfort. But she went to Health Services and they've loaded her up with meds (after some pharmacy confusion) so with luck and some rest this weekend, I am hoping she'll be better.
3 comments:
Aw, poor Rachel. Maybe a turtleneck with doggies on it would help make her feel better.
Heh. I think the Vicodin is doing a fine job in that area.
Great story.
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