That never happens anymore, of course...

Of course not! As is proven by the fact that we spend all day talking to our imaginary friends.

my space-out visual is just a grey fuzz

But, short of determining that no, your daughter doesn't have testicular cancer, the nurse (and the doctor) can't diagnose anything without Annabel in front of them.

I don't think she could even promise that, if a certain episode of House is to be believed.

sad now. Harvey Korman just died. I might have to go stand in Heddy Lamar's footprints this weekend.

Hedley!

Harumph!

I really don't mind if I bump into a kid somewhere and she...says stuff about my chair. In recent years, though, although the accidental "OMG, cripple!" sightings have gotten less...dramatic, as kids see more of "us" at school or wherever, which I think "Yay!" about for all sorts of reasons, there's kind of a new thing developing which I like less. There seems to be this new thing with certain well-read parents that there are conversations which ought to be had, and so I'm often a springboard for, like, The Crip Conversation. Which somehow makes me twitchy, like I'm on a list of Formative Moments or something, and I didn't prepare, or anything. It's weirder too because that's a conversation completely led by the parents: "Oh, um, Snotleigh was just curious about your chair," when that was not the vibe I really get from from little S. herself. It's like they are crossing off Broken People are Really Okay too and they are good to go till she sees the neighbor kid's penis.(edited to put in "kid" so it's not such a heavy context) Somehow it bugs me to be instructive.

Somehow it bugs me to be instructive.

Because it's simultaneously dehumanizing as well oddly this weird pedestal place?

Liv's speech therapist brought over some teeny, Little Tikes doll house toys and people for her therapy session. She pulled one of the dolls out of the bag and realized it had a leg missing. She said she didn't realize it was broken but when she dug all the toys out, she found a wheel chair toy. Liv put the doll in the chair without any prompting and pushed it around the living room floor.

My kids are going to say embarrassing things because they're kids. I'm still remember Owen's yell of "Wake up, Grandma!" at her funeral and feel embarrassed, even though it wasn't unreasonable behavior for a 3 year old.

We just can't possibly educate and prepare them for every individual difference in humans, which is sort of cool when you think about it.

ErikaJ is almost me. Just substitute crutches for chair.