Monday, October 14, 2013

Monday


It's been hard to explain mom's illness to my daughter. She's three. How much can she get? She understands the doctor and the concept of not feeling well. She explains to her school teachers that "grandma is in the hospital" or "sicky poo", as we call it. She makes grandma pretend chicken noodle soup. I can't describe the dozens of times she herself is sick, too.

Lately she's been into super heroes and super powers. I have to play John Williams' Superman theme on repeat and she squeezes into a batgirl costume a size too small. 

Tonight she rode her bike indoors, cape stagnant behind, and she told us she would fight grandma's mess. I told her it was honorable, but kinda hard. She said, "okay, mommy. Tomorrow we try the Green Lantern."

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