Thursday, June 22, 2006


Love this poem....
Kids Who Are Different
by Digby Wolfe

Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids who don't always get A's,
The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for days...

Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids they call crazy or dumb,
The kids who don't fit, with the guts and the grit,
Who dance to a different drum...

Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids with the mischievious streak,
For when they have grown, as history's shown,
It's their difference that makes them unique.

Really have to use it on a scrapbook page. Maybe a scrapbook page about our "decalit" (that how's Erykah says "delicate") Erykah who has broken her second bone this week. The first break was about 3 years ago - her collarbone. This time, she was playing outside, fell down (cause she's, um, just slightly clumsy), and fractured her elbow.
Erykah called me yesterday on my way home and our conversation went something like this:
Hi Auntie Myrna
Hi Erykah, how are you?
How's your elbow?
Is your elbow broken or is it pulled out of joint?
I dunno
What did the doctor say?
My elbow has a crack in it
Ouch, that's not good
But it didn't even hurt...and I have a pink cast. And it didn't even hurt when the doctor put the cast on and my dad got to help.
Oh really, well that's nice. Can I sign your cast?
Yeah it's the kind you can write on
So, will you go to school tomorrow?
Um yeah, and then all my friends can write their names on my cast
That's cool! Which arm is it?
I think it's my left
And what are you going to do if your arm gets itchy?
Well if I just leave it alone then the itch will go away Auntie Myrna!
Oh, okay. And what time did you get home from the hospital?
I dunno what time
Did it take you a long time or a short time at the hospital?
Um well, we got in after not waiting very long
And then I hear Isabella "the terror" in the background and we got disconnected so I assumed it was Isabella who hung up on us (which I don't think it was....poor girl getting the blame for something she didn't even do...I'm telling you it's the curse of being the middle child)
But anyways, my sister called me back and told me that all went well and the cast is bright neon pink and Erykah is doing very well and has to keep the cast on for about 3 weeks before they go back for the next appointment to check how the bone is doing.
Oh, the adventures of a 6year old.

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