Today was a slightly rough day both physically and mentally. At one point I fell backwards onto the floor and decided to never get off my back again. Shortly thereafter my hair was pulled numerous times by 2 kids who thought my act of despair was a welcome invitation to crawl all over me. After a couple of elbowings and few kicks I finally got up to a seated position and told Mster that I was not well. She then proceeded to poke me with her finger into numerous locations asking "does that hurt". I finally admitted it was my stomach and my head to which the real story lies...
Mster quickly found her plastic play fork and announced that she would find my missing brain.
Mster: Is your brain lost?
Me: No
Mster: Is your brain lost yet?
Me: No
Mster: Is your brain lost yet?
Me: I guess so...I'm feeling my mind going.
Mster: I'm going to find it for you.
At this point she raised her plastic utensil to my forehead...
Me: WAIT...you are only allowed to preten put my brain back. You are not allowed to actually touch my head with that fork.
Mster to my amazement did it. She worked fast and quick. I didn't feel a thing and moments later proclaimed me fixed. I'm ready to send her off to mutant school.
Some people might be a little worried that their 2 year old is performing surgery on them with plastic forks but I for one don't have a problem. I hope the AMA doesn't have a problem with Mster's medical feat or with the fact that she performed it repeatedly over a 15 minute period.
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