August 19, 2007

Give me a hand . . .

This kind of thing would only happen to me (or maybe my sister).

We ate breakfast at the Deluxe Diner on Clark this morning before we headed back to Michigan. If you're ever in Chicago, I highly recommend eating there . . . great breakfasts!

A little background information: Jack hasn't been real fond of his car seat carrier . . . ever. So, I do my best to make getting buckled into it a game of sorts. Today, the game was, "How many arms do you have today?" I exaggerated counting his arms as we put them through the straps. This game involved me saying things like, "One arm. We have one arm in the strap. How many arms do you have though? Do you still have two arms? Did we lose an arm? We wouldn't want to lose an arm? No . . . there it is! You still have two arms. That would have been so bad if we lost one of your arms. What would we do if you only had one arm, silly boy?!" You get the idea.

The part of this story that makes it anecdotal comes next. As I'm clicking the last strap into the buckle and ending the game Jack and I were playing, I looked up at the two men in the booth right next to our table. One of them was looking right at me. He had a prosthetic arm. That's right. He really did lose an arm. Seriously? What are the chances of this happening to anyone but me?

Suddenly, I felt compelled to add statements to our game such as: "But even if you did lose an arm, you would play a meaningful part in our society" or "Having two arms doesn't make you any better than someone with, say, only one arm." I didn't, though. I just hastily put the carrier in Kyle's hands and hurried us along.

2 comments:

John said...

I love your stories...

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:)

Jeanette said...

No way! Hilarious! Did he have a hook?