(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!