Thursday, December 1, 2011

Is nothing ever simple?

So today I needed to meet a lady to deliver her memo board she that ordered from me. We met at Brewsters (a walk up ice cream place) and since it was nice outside (and my kids are just as bored by the daily routine as I am) we sat on the red mesh benches and I treated them to ice cream. (I did not have any, and I think that means I should be at least 5 pounds lighter in the morning, don't you?)

The sun was warm-ish, the sky was blue, the kids were happy and birds were chirping.

Then my 4 year old got her finger stuck in the bench. And I mean stuck. She was crying, I was trying to stay calm, and at least one of my girls turned to face the other way because it was just "too terrible to watch".

We had been sitting alone for most of our time there, but a man and his son had just arrived so I turned to him and asked if he had any lotion or hand sanitizer that I could slop all over her hand and finger. He apparently had been watching the whole thing and was ready to assist. He grabbed a value size bottle of hand sanitizer out of his car and handed it to me. Then while I worked on the top of Hadley's hand, he smeared the goop on the bottom of her finger.

Thankfully, her finger popped out and it wasn't cut. It took her awhile to stop crying (why do you think the name of my blog is *pink, sweet, DRAMATIC chaos*?) but she did and managed to finish her ice cream and laugh about it later.

 Truthfully, it was a nervous laughter, but still..........