I used to get an adrenaline kick when a kid in my charge would invoke certain phrases — “I hit my head” or “it’s bleeding” or “I can see bone sticking out,” that sort of thing. After ten years of teaching and mentoring and babysitting, I thought I’d drummed out that panic response completely.
If the kid can talk, then there’s no emergency, right? Calm and steady, that’s the way.
Until last night, that is. We were around the dinner table and Boo uttered a sentence that made both her parents and visiting grandma jump in their seats and rush to take care of her needs. What words could make three kid-savvy adults leap into a frenzy of activity?
Just these four: “I want more broccoli!”