Snuggling with Tink in the recyliner, rubbing her back and talking about her doctors appointment earlier in the day…

Tink:  Look Momma, my thumb is almost all gone - you can barely see the hole.

FG:  See - I told you that it would be no big deal, and that it would be okay.

Tink: Take the band-aid off my arm

*Takes the purple band-aid that matches her shirt off*

Tink:  It hurt more to take off the band-aid then getting the needle, I think next time we should just do the needle and not the finger poke.

FG:  I know.  Did you mommy used to do that for her work?

Tink:  Wide-eyed - you did?

FG:  Yep, and then when Daddy and I got married we moved and I did other things.

Tink:  I’m glad you are “normal”.

FG:  What?

Tink:  I’m glad you just and daddy are “normal” people, and don’t do that.

FG:  Okay….

And the conversation turns to other things…

At least she thinks we are normal…. bwahhhahahaha