My Daughter is One of a Kind

This morning I had to take Hannah to get a TB skin test for preschool. I, like many of you would, opted not to tell her until this morning so she wouldn't worry or ask 50,000 questions last night.

So, this morning I told her we were heading to the Dr. to do a very quick test on her arm.

She asks me if they are going to poke her (how does she know these things?). I, being the parent that doesn't want to lie, tell her it is a very easy test and a very easy poke. She seemed okay with that answer. Hmm. (That is suprise to Mommy #1)

She then tells John what she is going to do. Calmly. As though she had done it before. (Insert Hmm from John)

Then we get there. I am still waiting for the ball to drop. The thousand questions. Her to ask for a toy, book, ice cream afterwards... nothing though. Hmm again.

We get in the room and the nurse has me hold her on my lap. Then she draws a little bunny face on Hannah's arm and says she is going to give the bunny a nose. Hannah is silent. They do the test. Hannah squirms a little, but who wouldn't? No crying or anything. (Suprise to Mommy #2) She gets her sticker, and one for Claire (Claire would be so sad without one) and we leave.

Here is the part that makes me laugh. She is quiet for a minute, then asks as if she is completely perplexed and disgusted, "Mom, why did she draw on my arm?"

You see, my daughter tries her best to paint without touching anything but the paper. She might wash her hands 5 times while coloring with markers. And now someone drew on her purposly?!?!? And, apparently, why a bunny?

These are the questions I have to field. I feel like any other child would have been proudly showing off their bunny tatoo, their wound, and their bravery. Not my daughter...Why a bunny Mommy?

O dear Hannah. I love you.