…is things like these:
Item #1: This morning she invites two new friends to breakfast. The fact that they were DOC inmates sent to empty the trashcans at our campsite was lost on her. They said the bacon smelled good, and she automatically offered some.
Keep in mind that my 48 pound child will easily eat a pound of bacon if I let her. If you are what you eat, KatyBeth is made up of chicken nuggets connected by strips of crispy bacon. And maybe a handful of Cheese Nips.
So yeah, she was being generous when she offered up her bacon. The trustees appreciated it, and the scrambled eggs, too.
I was proud of my kid, and told her so. I’ll save for later the lesson that she should generally avoid guys in orange jumpsuits unless her daddy is around.
Item #2: On the way back from Academy Sports -buying some kiddie-sized thermal underwear for Katy because it’s supposed to be cold tomorrow night – I happen upon a hit-and-run MVC right after it happened. So I hit the hazard lights, pull over and bail out with my Thomas Pack.
Dude’s circling the drain, closed head injury and all that, bleeding from both ears, and I’m struggling to maintain spinal immobilization and get an airway with no succs, and wishing to hell I hadn’t pulled my King airways and my Combitube out of my bag to give my EMT students something to practice with between classes…
…so I put a couple of bystanders and the state trooper to work, sending them each to my truck to get gloves. We do a fair job of stabilizing the guy until my fellow Borg drones arrive, and we hand the guy off to the crew and they whisk him away.
Afterwards, the trooper pokes me in the shoulder with his pen and says, “That’s a cool kid you’ve got there.”
“I know,” sez I.
“She introduced herself to me when I opened the truck door, and asked if I was gonna give you a ticket,” he chuckled. “I told her no, I was getting some gloves so I could help her Daddy help the hurt man.”
“And what did she say?” I grinned.
“She said, ‘gwoves are in the center console, and do whatever my daddy tells you. He’s a pawamedic.’”
That’s my kid.
