Help You
When Julia needs a hand with something - climbing a ladder at the playground, reaching a book on a high shelf, being carried downstairs, trying to pull my hammer off a counter onto her skull - she says, "Help you?" (or "Help you!" if she's in that kind of mood).
Last night, she woke up whimpering, which was out of character, so I went in to see if something was the matter. After a few minutes of rubbing her back, she had calmed down. Just as I was about to leave, she sneezed violently and started scrubbing at her face. In the half-light, I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but then she reached her hand up toward me, saying quietly, "Help you?" I reached down to grab what she was offering, and found it was a giant wet booger. Of course, I took it, blew her nose, and then disinfected my hand with gasoline and a blowtorch.
She went right back to sleep.
Last night, she woke up whimpering, which was out of character, so I went in to see if something was the matter. After a few minutes of rubbing her back, she had calmed down. Just as I was about to leave, she sneezed violently and started scrubbing at her face. In the half-light, I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but then she reached her hand up toward me, saying quietly, "Help you?" I reached down to grab what she was offering, and found it was a giant wet booger. Of course, I took it, blew her nose, and then disinfected my hand with gasoline and a blowtorch.
She went right back to sleep.
posted by Christopher Tassava at Monday, April 24, 2006
2 Comments:
this is fabulous and got a hearty laugh out of me. nice to hear from you christopher. sorry i've been awol for so long! must catch up soon!!
That is so classic! Did you tell her "thanks for the help"??!!
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