If He Could Only Talk~
A few of my f/b friends saw our family at Senior Salsa after church on Sunday. We had our precious Eddie Jett with us, and I felt bad that
he wanted nothing to do with the restaurant. He didn't want to sit down and
eat, and cried much of the time.
We all took turns taking him in and
out of the dining area, but no matter what we did, he continued to fuss.
Chips got thrown, as did the little 25 cent toys from the trinket machines we tried to bribe him with. Nothing helped. Monty wolfed his food
down and finally took Eddie out to the car to listen to the radio while
Sky and I put our food in to-go carriers.
I went home to change and
headed back to Skylar's to help her finish painting her kitchen. When I
got to her house, poor Eddie Jett was still a mess---he just whined,
cried, and rolled around in my lap. I pulled his jeans off and we got
him some "comfy" sweat pants (my personal solution to a bad day.) Skylar decided to also take off his socks. When she removed them
she realized he had a "goat head" sticker wound up in his tiny sock!!!
So the whole time we were sweating it in the restaurant, poor Eddie Jett
wanted nothing more than to tell us what was wrong, but
couldn't. It broke my heart.
I know it's difficult to hear your child
complain at times, but be grateful for those sweet voices of
communication. Our little buddy couldn't tell us all he wanted was the
sticker removed from his sock.
After said evil sticker was removed, Eddie Jett was a happy camper for the rest of the day, and I got lots of hugs and kisses. It reminded me of the story of the tiny mouse that removed the sticker from the lion's sore paw...Eddie Jett and I are friends forever!
Be grateful for the little things in life. Words aren't always needed to show love and support.
Me and my precious buddy, Eddie Jett at Senior Salsa. He managed one smile while trying to eat his chips and salsa with a prickly sticker in his little sock!