I recently had a surgery. The kids' reaction:
His Aunt: Your mom is going to need you to be gentle and help her when she comes home; she's going to be really sore.
A (age 5): I'm so worried about her.
C (age 2): MOMMY!
Me: Careful, honey. Mommy has owies.
C: Owies? *touches drain bulbs* Owie there?
She now proudly points out her knowledge of the owies and where they are whenever she sees me.
A (age 5): Mommy, come here to the couch so you can rest.
Me: Thank you, sweetheart.
A: Can I see your owies?
Me: Ok, if you want to.
A: *looks* Ohhhhh, my poor little Mommy.
My dad came to help out after my surgery....
A (age 5): Boompa! What are you doing?
Boompa: I'm cutting the grass for your dad.
A: Boompa, that's DADDY'S lawnmower.
C (age 2): *climbs into Boompa's lap for a snuggle. After a few seconds, she turns her face to his.* Hi.
C (age 2): *after being told no, is crying loudly in the middle of the room*
Me: *after a few seconds* Hey, are you done?
C: *stops crying and nods once, then wanders off*
A (age 5): Hey, Boompa, it's my birthday!!!
Uncle C: That's great buddy, but I'm not Boompa.
A: I know, Boompa.
Uncle C: Do you know who I am?
A: Yeah
Uncle C: ....
A: Uncle C.
Uncle C: That's right.
A: So hurry up, Boompa, I want to show you my Ninjago!
C (age 2): LA LA LA! LA LA LA!!!!
Boompa: You're on a sugar high, I can tell.
A (age 5): What's a sugar high?
A: *not waiting for a response* Sugar high, Sugar High, SUGAR HIGH!!!!!!
A (age 5): *To EVERYONE on the phone this week* Well, maybe next time you can buy me...
C (age 2): *climbs into a box* Uh-oh. Reh-ee, set, go! Oh no! Mommy! Help!
Mommy: What happened?
C: Ah stuck!
Mommy: Stuck? Oh no!
C: Yeah!
