Wacky Wednesday – My WBC is Better Than Yours

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, some Wednesdays I will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

The last day of my chemotherapy treatments, That Little Girl was pretty amazing. And I was pretty tired that afternoon. She was playing alone in her room during quiet time and made quite possibly her biggest mess to date. Silently.

I made a couple of requests, more like pleading, for her to go back in and clean it up. That would last all of two seconds, likely resulting in two things coming out of their place for every one that went back. Finally, I went in to help and encourage her. At some point she asked me what would happen when I was a little girl when I did something like that. Would I get scolded? I explained I really wasn’t allowed to make a mess like this to start with in my room or anywhere. It was generally a get a couple of things out, put them away before you start something else rule if I remember correctly.

At some point, she told me, “I think I’m better than you about cleaning up.” I couldn’t wait to hear this one, so I asked, “Why is that?” Her response, “Because my white blood counts are better than yours. I’m just smarter. I can think this through better.” Well, it took all I had to keep helping and not giggle. Our household had recently had a cold and there was a Magic School Bus that she watched while doing a nebulizer treatment that happened to talk about white blood count. I have been trying to keep my distance when anyone is ill, obviously, and I kind of told her in terms she could understand that while the little boy was sick his were low and so were her’s right now, but mommy’s were likely even lower. It was good timing and really well done to explain it to little ones. So I know where she got this whole thing, but whoa. Really, Miss Sassafrass?