The Adventures of Uncle Terrell
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh"
Little Jordan, my only neice, bangs her 5-year old leg on a table.
Uncle Terrell to the rescue.
"Jordan, shhh. Let me ask you something (wait for her to stop crying and listen): does the crying make it not hurt any more?"
"No" she confesses.
"Well, then let's stop crying for a second and find out what's wrong. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Alright, now where does it hurt?" I ask.
"Right here" she gingerly shows me her reddened leg.
"Okay, does it hurt when I rub it?"
"No" she says bravely.
"Okay. Now we are going to rub it a little to make the blood happy. Caila (my 7-year old cousin), can you get a towel and fill it with ice?"
"Yes. Come on Marlon (my 7-year old nephew)" Caila says running to the bathroom.
They return with the ice. Uncle Terrell puts it on the leg.
"Does that feel any better?"
"A little," Jordan replies.
"Good" I assure her, and we hold it there together for three minutes. I then ask: "Do you know what the last magical cure is?"
"No" she sadly proclaims.
"I know," Caila offers, "a kiss"
"That's right" I agree as I give her a little peck on her leg and send her off to play again.
I gave them all hugs for being so grown up and helping and not crying.
It was awfully cute.
Every day I hate children less and less.
(Time to read them the story I promised if they were quiet for ten minutes)
Little Jordan, my only neice, bangs her 5-year old leg on a table.
Uncle Terrell to the rescue.
"Jordan, shhh. Let me ask you something (wait for her to stop crying and listen): does the crying make it not hurt any more?"
"No" she confesses.
"Well, then let's stop crying for a second and find out what's wrong. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Alright, now where does it hurt?" I ask.
"Right here" she gingerly shows me her reddened leg.
"Okay, does it hurt when I rub it?"
"No" she says bravely.
"Okay. Now we are going to rub it a little to make the blood happy. Caila (my 7-year old cousin), can you get a towel and fill it with ice?"
"Yes. Come on Marlon (my 7-year old nephew)" Caila says running to the bathroom.
They return with the ice. Uncle Terrell puts it on the leg.
"Does that feel any better?"
"A little," Jordan replies.
"Good" I assure her, and we hold it there together for three minutes. I then ask: "Do you know what the last magical cure is?"
"No" she sadly proclaims.
"I know," Caila offers, "a kiss"
"That's right" I agree as I give her a little peck on her leg and send her off to play again.
I gave them all hugs for being so grown up and helping and not crying.
It was awfully cute.
Every day I hate children less and less.
(Time to read them the story I promised if they were quiet for ten minutes)