Today Addy went to preschool with her face bruised from Monday’s surgery. It’s been six months since her last treatment, so we were a little concerned that she’d be more sensitive to her classmates’ stares/questions/comments (if they said anything at all) than she was last time. So Keith had a little pep talk with her this morning right before we raced out of the house (we were running late):

Keith: “Sweetie, you know how you had your laser treatment on Monday?”
Addy: “Yeah.”
Keith: “And you know how it makes your face look… different… than it usually does?”
Addy: “Yeah.”
Keith: “Well, your classmates aren’t used to seeing it like this, so they might wonder why, and they might ask you.”
Addy: “Yeah.”

… Noticing that each answer was increasingly distant or forlorn, he thought she might be worried about her face, so he delayed our departure by another minute to find out:

Keith: “Honey, are you sad?”
Addy: “Yeah.”
Keith: “Okay… Do you want to tell me about it?”
Addy: “I’m disappointed.”
Keith: “All right. And why are you feeling disappointed?”

She looked at him with a “duh” expression: “Because I want to go to preschool. Right now.”

So much for a pep talk. 🙂