There’s a moment every once in a while you wish you could just trap and put in a bottle.
this image will make sense later - stay with me.
This was one of those times.
She wanted to play doctor. Dad did not want to play Dr particularly, but here we are.
First, out comes the first aid kit
She then decides that my forearms are too hairy and gets out the forceps to “pluck my arms”, she tells me. I ask her if she thinks I am a chicken and....OW! STOP. That actually hurts.
Okay, Fine.
She then decides that I need some surgery to find my abs that have been buried by age and donuts.
Out comes the big tools. This is going to be a big operation so she gets the tools needed.
- A funnel - for funneling out the donuts maybe?
- A light-up plastic skipping rope - for the light therapy
- Bandages - we’re gonna need bandages
- A needle - to put me out of my misery.
I do not think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. It was hilarious. She had the one end of the skipping rope tucked under my shirt (the photo above) and the other end going into the funnel.
I was going to ask where exactly the funnel was going to go but then she got the needle and knocked me out.
I woke up with pretty orange bandages on my stomach and the aching of my abs from laughing so hard.
Laughter is the best medicine and tonight was the dose I needed.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co