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Good Morning, Morning Bun

Beauty in the day: stopped to get a rare Starbucks this morning. I don’t usually have the time. While I waited for my yummy coffee, I watched a little boy at a table nearby. The early morning sun was coming in the window in a way that lit him gently, and I could make out tiny, soft freckles on his nose and cheeks. He had a cup of hot cocoa, and in a little bag was a morning bun. He slid the bun out, and put his palms flat against the sides, his fingers shooting out straight and stiff. He lifted the bun directly in front of his face, as if to inspect it reverently, the morning sun illuminating the cinnamon sugar crystals, and his eyes traveled over the surface, taking in it’s inviting warmth. He lowered the bun to the napkin, and the took a respectable bite. I’ve had those morning buns, and I have to tell you – he was on point.

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Mommy in the Pocket – Please.

Beauty in the day: she was pretty upset. She wanted to go potty, but her mommy was nowhere to be found, and at home, potty is something to share with mommy.
We encouraged her. We cajoled her. We tried to meet her halfway. She cried crocodile tears, but mommy didn’t materialize. She’s tiny, but has a BIG presence. At one point, someone was telling her to take deep breaths – and she did this in earnest, arms going up as she inhaled….and going down as she exhaled. She did this several times, and then the final exhale.

….and then the waterworks. Good thing school was just about out. She was going to see her mommy really soon. Kindergarten is a super-exciting experience – but a mommy-in-the-pocket would be the perfect accessory for some.
😉

#mommyinthepocketplease

Now We’re Cooking With Gas

Beauty in the day: he came to the clinic with cracked, bleeding lips.
“I have just the thing!” I told him. Afterwards he asked to call his mom.
“Hi mom. My lip was bleeding, but Ms. Nordstrom put gasoline on it, and it’s better now.”

#msnordstrommakesallthegoodmoves

#isitcalledgasolineordidisayitwrong

Making Sure

Beauty in the day: there were two of them, and they had a pass, which they handed over with an air of importance. “We need to get 10 copies of this.”
“Okay,” I responded dutifully, and held out my hand for the paper.
“We need 10 copies.”
“Okay.”
“10 copies of this math.”
“Okay.” I extended my hand a little further.
“Please make 10 copies of this math.”
“Okay.” I sort of waved my hand a little.
“10 copies for my teacher.”
I tried a different tack.
“I think you need to give me that copy, so I can use it to make the 10 copies.”
This brought me a suspicious gaze. But as I am generally trustworthy, she handed over the paper, albeit slowly.
“My teacher needs 10 of those.”
Yes. 10 was what I had stuck in my mind, so I was relieved that we were still on the same page.
I brought back the copies, giving the original to one girl, and the copies to the other. For a moment it appeared that we might have an equality issue, but Logic won out, and they headed back to class with their mission accomplished.

#10please

Love is All You Need

Beauty in the day: being reminded that everyone has a viewpoint – everyone has a perspective. Today I see many pictures of planes flying into towers; when I see this, I am only saddened by the insidiousness of such an act. I am reminded of the hurt and pain that so many people felt at their incomprehensible loss – nearly 1,200 of them muslims, who were innocent. I am saddened further to think that those people are now reliving the rejection brought on by fear, as they listen to Americans once again treat them as infidels. It should not be. It should never be.
If you are feeling fearful, there is only one thing that can rid you of it:
LOVE.

Working Girls

Beauty in the day: it was another clinic visit for cutie-patootie, who has had a running tab in “I don’t feel good” days. The nurse thought to distract her with an offer of a few pretzels, which she accepted gratefully. As the nurse set about the (apparently) arduous task of laying out a pretzel snack, Little Miss asked her, “I’m not making you work too hard, am I?”
Now, I heard all of you “Awwww” collectively, but a short while later, I offered to give her mom a call, and as I (apparently) arduously dialed the number, she thanked me and asked sweetly, “I’m not making you work too hard, am I?”
We knew we’d been had.