Friday, July 21, 2006
Different Pages

Yesterday, my sister and I went to a scrap booking store to cut some die cuts.  We were there for 3 hours.  After we were done we went back to her house and had sloppy joes. Then we ran up to Old Navy and looked at their sales.  On our way back to her house we stopped for a smoothie.  My sister mentioned to me that she felt I bounced back rather quickly from my tonsillectomy, but she knew it was because I pushed myself (which was STUPID). 

Anyway...we discussed my super-human recovery/strength abilities and then there was a moment of silence.  I interrupted the silence...

Me:  You know what I still need? A stool. I don't have a stool yet.
My sister turns to me all wide-eyed and full of concern.
Sister:  You mean you haven't gone poo-poo yet?
Big. Long. Pause.
Me:  What in the world are you talking about? I'm talking about a stool for my classroom!
Sister:  Oh.

I don't know which was more touching. Her concern for my bowel movements or that she used the word "poo-poo."