Here on the frontier, There are falling leaves, Although my neighbors are all barbarions…And you? You are a thousand miles away. There are always two cups on my table.

(On the anniversary of my brother’s passing I am grateful for the small miracles of today. Hey Jeff, miss you bud, you would have loved this story, you would have loved Hoo)


Baby boy Hoo was mad rushed into the house by his momma Eggs on Friday. “Mom! The daycare called me, he is burning up with fever!!!” My daughter was panicked, struggling to hold a hysterical Hoo.

Undress him, let’s check his temperature.

I watched the mercury rise in the thermometer tube as Eggs pinned Hoo across her lap.


Okay let’s get him into the bath, get the tylenol and call his doctor.

I poured cool water over his shaking body. It was controlled chaos.

We wrapped him in a sheet and rushed him to the pediatrician who saw him immediately.

Hoo sat on Eggs lap as the doctor examined him. He cried continuously.

The doctor did a strep test with the looong q-tips swirled down his throat.

Poor Hoo, he gagged hard, when he could draw breath he cried out “T’ank you, t’ank you.”

That is a Hooism for “thank you”. The doctor was charmed by our little darling. The we waited until a nurse came in to draw

blood. Hoo cried and cried and when she finished he cried “T’ank you, t’ank you.” She also was

touched by this tiny tot. She said that was the first time a 23 month old thanked her for poking them.

The doctor came back in and listened to Hoo’s chest again and pronounced him to have

pneumonia. Of course Hoo turns red-eyed and says, “T’ank you, t’ank you.”

Eggs and I shared a secret smile over Hoo’s head.

You see dear reader, whenever Hoo wants someone to leave he says “Thank you.”

Today Sunday he is better. Bouncing around as recovering children do.

Watching Sesame Street and eating jelly toast.

T’ank you God, really T’ank you!

Comments on: "T’ank You, T’ank You." (14)

  1. Nothing like a happy ending, right? Fantastic, uplifting post that made me smile. Good work.

  2. Oh my gosh! I love this, GMom. I am glad Hoo is feeling better. 105 is a super scary high temp. Sha’woo. Glad that part is over.

    Just as L1’s brother, David, is chuckling over Fuzzy’s lizard story, I am certain your brother is chuckling over Hoo’s – wink – politeness.

    ~ Lenore

    • Hey How are the eggs and Pillar doing? Kids! Man they are such a gas!

      • Pillar is still alive. (I’m not entirely sure how he has lasted this long.) The eggs are – well, last I checked, two remained. The leaf has shriveled, so I’m not sure the outlook is good.

  3. OHMYGOSH how sweet is Hoo?!?!?! Bless his little heart making everyone think he’s just the most polite appreciative kid when really he just wanted them to get the hell away from him.

    Give him an extra squeeze for me.

  4. That’s an easy one Kim.
    But you know…boy doesn’t have a Facebook page.

  5. So sweet! Get well prayers for Hoo.

  6. Great story. One of the hardest things for me as a parent is watching my kids get sick. As an adult I still hate having blood drawn and it pains me to see my kids get poked.

    • Yeah it’s hard to watch our little ones in pain … get arrested… divorced…generally screw up.

      • Ain’t that the truth? My boys, Pancho and Lefty, have done all that. Lefty had to have kidney stone surgery…coming out of the anesthesia he used a string of obscenities even I hadn’t thought up yet, but I hated seeing his pain. Pancho, the whole DUI, divorce, car crash, arrest scene – hard to watch from the sidelines…..and harder still to let them fail.

  7. Hello k8edid,
    Pancho and Lefty sound like they would fit right in with my usual suspects.

    The band that gathers at my house (and in the backyard) I have nicknamed “the lost boys” always into some mischief, but they do keep the neighbors in check.
    Thanks for visiting my little family blog.
    Now I’m checking out yours!

  8. […] the story. Of course, one may not see that in her post containing boob balls. However, read “T’ank You, T’ank You” and you’ll laugh yourself into agreement with me that GMom is real … in so many […]

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