Ukraine Adoption

Say what? Part XIII

So we're driving to school today and Tara blurts out: "It's hell!" Startled, I asked her to repeat. She said it again. It's always funny when kids repeat stuff they hear, but this sounded bizarre coming from her. I asked her to say it again. She says, "Everybody's going to hell."

OK this freaked me out, I was thinking about those scary movies when the kids are possessed. Then she points: "Right there, another hell. We're going downhell." OH! I say, "HILL." Yes, hell, she says. Whew. We can stop blessing ourselves now.

We went to get our flu shots recently. Austin was disappointed that they didn't have FluMist, the painless nasal spray. I got my shot first, then Austin as Tara watched each time. And finally, Tara pulled up her sleeve and that tiny, pale arm was showing. "OK," said the nurse, "this might just sting a little bit." Tara was watching so closely that her nose was almost jabbed by the long needle. Austin and I both gulped when we saw it pierce Tara's flesh. But there were no tears. Instead, Tara giggled. "That tickles," she said.

The nurse was rather surprised: "That's the first time I've ever heard that! I'm going to go home and tell my husband about her. He whines about getting shots." Yes, my sister insists that Tara is going to be a doctor someday. Anyone need more proof?

We went to the dentist this morning to get our teeth clean. Tara was on one end of the room, I was on the other. We couldn't see each other and I was a bit worried about her. The hygenist said she did a great job of opening her mouth and sitting still.

She asked Tara if she liked going to the dentist or the doctor better. Tara replied: "The doctor!" In the car afterward, I asked Tara if the hygenist asked whether she flosses every day, which she doesn't. "Yes, she did ask," Tara said. And what did you tell her? I asked, reluctantly. "I told her yes!" Good girl.