i'm pretty certain we could have bought the church a new piece of playground equipment with that kinda money. oh well. glad it's out and that he can now walk straight :)
it took like 1 minute to get this booger out. the anesthesiologist asked him what was in there and he told her a rock. she asked if someone else put it in and he looked at her like she was crazy and said, "no. i did." he went on to tell her that he was only trying to make himself an earring. but that it fell in. and he couldn't get it out. but he had tried.
she and i both agreed that he should just stick to making rock earrings for me. NOT for himself. i mean, let me put on the record that he can get as many earrings as he wants if he's ever in a band. or if he cures cancer. but until then, no earrings.
when i walked back to recovery to get him, a nurse was holding him. his name was mark. and he was so sweet sitting there in that rocker holding pratt. he handed him to me and as pratt woke mark asked if he knew where he was.
pratt's response was, "i fink we're in little rock". he was right. and then when mark if he could see him, pratt's response was, "yes. i see free (three) of you. one there. and one there and one there." he was just a wee bit groggy.
he ate a blue popsicle and told mark all about how cookie has popsicles like that at her condo and that he always ate them and she would always put a towel around them for him and that she has a dog named skeet who always barks when the condo door opens and that pop has a yellow boat and that he's gonna go fishing with his daddy and pop pop from the boat and....
well, you get the picture. poor mark. he stood there for the entire story. nodding along. acting like he was interested.
i carried him out. we got a few donuts. and were home by 830.
mom said i need to hand the rock by the bills we receive. yes. i agree. and pratt needs a job to pay us back. if you know of anything, let me know....
kidding.
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