Wuv You!

I'll never claim to be a "people person" but I am frequently highly amused by people watching. We get plenty of chances to do this in Labor and Delivery. There is a new line of freak filing by every day, followed by their friends, families, pastors, and people who don't even know their last names - go figure!

Today I was completely amused by Thomas. Thomas was only 2 years old, a big boy for his age and solid as a tree stump. I first met him as he trail his Mom, screaming, down the hallway as she came to check in for early labor. Mom had her hand to her mouth, her eyes were bugged open in horror and not one did she turn to tell the young fellow to be quiet.

I knew the patient a little, so I went over and squatted down beside the screaming boy. "Hey! Where is that noise coming from?!"

He immediately silenced and his stubby little finger shot out, pointing to his big brother, who was standing quietly beside his Mom. "It's Davy!"

"Are you Davy?"

"No! That Davy!" he replied, pointing again at his big brother.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

"Butt Face." He's dead serious.

Mom whirled around the shock in her face intensifying. "I am so sorry! His brothers call him that. Thomas! Don't talk like that! What's wrong with you?!"

For the next couple of hours as we awaiting Mom's sister to come and pick him up, Thomas bounced off the walls, escaped the room, running down the hallway, decided that he now knew how to pee in the toilet like Daddy, explored every drawer in the room and punched big brother in the head a few times. He would have been a terror, but he was so darn cute!

When it came time to go he was waving wildly at me down the hallway. I waved back and called out "Bye-bye!"

"Bye-bye!" he yelled, "wuv you!"