Yesterday was a bit of a lost day. Emma's lingering sickness got worse; around noon we decided she should really see a doctor. High fever, lips and fingernails blue-ish, skin very pale. Ugly stuff. Shannon takes her in to the doc; I take Cordelia to go pick Cody up from school.
Once Shannon and Emma got home, they realized that Brown Floppy was gone. In a panic, Shannon texts me to say that Flopsy may have fallen out of the car in the doctor's parking lot. No problem, I tell her. I'm on my way back from school with the kids. I'll stop in and check. All of this is done by text and Cody, sitting in the back seat, has no idea Emma has ever been to the doctor.
So we pull off the main road and into the parking lot. I immediately spy Floppy. I turn into a spot sharply and Cody, just noticing where we are, says, "Hey, why are we at the doctor's office?"
In reply, I tell him to wait right there. I jump out of the car, dash 10 yards, and return to the car holding Floppy proudly aloft.
Cody's face goes absolutely slack with wonder.
"How did you DO that?" he asks incredulously. "Did you see Emma's Floppy from the road?"
And for a split-second, it is clear that my son believe I have actual, honest-to-God, super powers.
When I quickly explained that Emma had just been at the doctor and that Shannon had texted me that Floppy might have fallen out of the car there, his face fell and his disappointment--though fleeting--was palpable.
1 comment:
You missed your chance for the old "I have eyes in the back of my head" tale. You are his hero anyway. And Flopsy's.
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