A few days ago, a mosquito wreaked havoc on Emi. She had bites on both hands, her back, her tummy, and right on her eyelid. Additionally, she reacted very strongly to these bites, and so her hands grew into bright pink paws and her right eye swelled shut. I called her doctor just to let her know because I had always read that one must be careful with eye swelling, and she recommended bringing her in. This is what I presented to her:
Look at the expression on Emi's face! She had that expression on the whole visit. Oh man, her pediatrician looked at me like I was the most inept parent in the world, not only allowing a mosquito to defile my defenseless daughter's face, but to cause such a look of forlonness, for shame!
For what it's worth, Dr. McJudgeypants, I got eaten up as well, but I don't see anyone thinking THAT'S a crime against cute-manity! Harrumph.
After being fussed over and bombarded with stickers and nurse-hugs, Emi was in a great mood as we sat in the pharmacy waiting for her just-in-case antibiotics. In fact, she was so pleased, she decided to sing a song, one that I had never heard before (sung to the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb"):
No one has an eye like me, eye like me, eye like me! No one has an eye like me; I am very special!
No one has a face like me, face like me, face like me! No one has a face like me; I am very special!
No one has hair like me, hair like me, hair like me! No one has hair like me; I am very special!
Pretty soon, she had a very rapt audience. In fact, when she got to her last "I am very special," one woman turned around with TEARS in her eyes. It must have looked so heartwarming to her: this "poor, twisted child, so ugly, so ugly," who felt no shame in her disfigurement. In fact, it made her special, bless her little heart. I didn't have the energy to tell her that this was temporary, and let the woman have her moment.
Oy, this kid!!!