I sat down to tell my daughters yesterday about my upcoming surgery. I wasn't expecting much--at 3 and 2 years old I know they don't have the attention span or understanding to truly get it. I said all those things I had planned out using the calendar (she pointed out that Valentine's Day is coming first) and referring to Grover in the hospital to get his tonsils out. I was fully prepared to get the endless "why" questions that she's been into lately. But her only question was:
"Are you going to have a cast?"
"No, it'll be a big bandage."
"Ok, can I go play the bubble game now?"
Lesson learned. A 3 year old's perspective of this makes it all seem so simple.
Update: This morning when our babysitter came in, Aila announced to her that Mom would be in the hospital and have owies. While I don't want her announcing that to everyone she sees now as her opening line, it does make me a little happy because she actually listened to what I was telling her.
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