The Artist may end up as a doctor…or the next Stephen King.
Earlier this month, Kyle had a minor surgery. I say minor, but he did have 12 staples and was home a couple of days recovering. So minor – but it was still surgery.
We let TA know about the surgery, that Daddy would not be able to play around for a while, etc. Especially that first day, even though he would be home with us, TA, her sister, and I needed to let him rest. Then we would see how things progressed throughout the week. TA was relieved that Kyle wouldn’t have to spend the night in the hospital, and the first day she was gentle and kind, and every morning she would ask, “How are you feeling today, Daddy?” Kyle quickly recovered and started walking around the house, and we took his gauze off, revealing 12 staples. Because we know how TA loves blood, guts, and gore, we decided to show her.
His staples absolutely fascinated her.
But then – she wanted to take them out.
As in – she wanted to be at the doctor’s office when they were removed so she could take them out herself. Because what 5-year-old wouldn’t want to do that?
This is nothing new for TA, though. Kyle is a Type I diabetic, and he has an insulin pump and a sensor to track his blood sugar. TA loves to watch him put in new pumps and sensors. She loves watching him check his blood sugar with a stick, when that occasionally occurs. When her baby sister has a cut or a scrape, she wants to check it out, wipe it down with alcohol, and slap a band-aid on it.
So, again – her desire to take the staples out – it was just her.
The day Kyle got his staples out, I picked TA up from school, and she asked, “Did Daddy get his staples out today?”
“Well…he should be at the doctor’s office now.”
“CALL HIM! CALL HIM CALL HIM!” she urged. “I want him to bring them home!”
“Bring what home?!”
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. My dainty fairy artist wanted her father to bring his post-surgery staples home.
I called Kyle up and told him her request.
“Yeah, she told me about that this morning,” he said, laughing. “Tell her I will do what I can.”
And, of course, you know he brought those staples home to her.
That evening, right before dinner, Kyle handed the staples in a plastic bag to TA.
Her eyes lit up like it was Christmas all over again. She jumped up and down, squealed, and then ran to her room. In a couple of moments, she came back and said, “Come here! Come here! I have to show you something!”
We went in her room and saw her accomplishment. TA has a “special things” section in her room, on top of her dresser.
Right beside a covered red rose toy from “Beauty and the Beast” and a photo of her and Disney princess Belle, she had placed the plastic bag of staples.