Letters to Hope

So I just have to tell you about this because it is too funny.

Yesterday You decided that you wanted to go for a walk, so you got your shoes on and lead me and daddy to the door. (Daddy visit’s you every day)  You wanted to go for a walk NOW.  Daddy  was not feeling well and the walk was short.  He left and then you decided the walk was not over so you started walking down the street on your own.

I followed you and we walked for awhile. The ice-cream man was coming down the street and normally I ignore him and tell you that the ice-cream man went bye-bye.  But today I thought why not let you have some ice-cream so I told you that we had to go back and get money. You kept saying “Ice-cream man coming ice-cream man coming need money need money”.  So you started to run because I said we have to hurry.

Well you fell and scraped your knee.  And OH MY GOODNESS you talked about that boo-boo for hours. We went back we got the money and we got the ice-cream but you kept talking about your boo-boo you cried while eating the ice-cream you cried while eating your dinner you cried in the shower you cried while watching, yet again, pictures-of-Allana.  You just kept telling me about the boo-boo.  And how you hurt your leg and where screaming no band-aid no band-air.  I was hardly able to clean the cut because you where crying so much.  And for a couple minutes you would forget about it and then lift up your skirt as if to see if it was there and then start to cry again. So dramatic so sad so determined to let me know you had a boo-boo.  Too funny and heart breaking all at the same time.

And then in the middle of the night you came into bed with me and even in your sleep you said ouch boo-boo and then whimpered ice-cream man as if he had inflicted the pain on you himself.

I wonder if now you will relate the ice-cream man to pain.  Hey that would not be such a bad thing.