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The Outcome

When I dropped Addy off at preschool on Wednesday (the first day after her surgery), I lingered out of curiosity, vaguely chatting with other the other moms and the teacher while watching Addy out of the corner of my eye.  Addy was happily getting settled, greeting the teacher and the other kids, getting into the playtime rhythm.  I noticed that the little kids by us were watching her closely.  A couple even started to follow her, to get a better look at her face while she was walking around.  (Either she was oblivious, or she doesn’t mind an entourage.)  One little boy finally stood right in front of her, stopping her, and stared hard for a minute – then he raised his hand, pointed to her face and asked “What’s that?”

Instinctively, her hand flew up… to the pink barrette in her hair, and she enthusiastically responded with “Oh, that to keep my hair out of the goop.”  [Goop = post-laser ointment applied to cheek]

The boy just stared blankly.  Addy tried again: “GOOP” – saying it clearly, as if the poor kid didn’t hear the first time).  Another blank stare.  “GOO-OOP!”  Nothing.  “GOO-OO-PUH!”

She finally gave up; clearly, he just wasn’t getting it, so she went off to play.

A Pleasant Surprise

We recently took a daytrip to a historic small town about an hour away.  After walking around on Main Street for an hour or two on a ridiculously hot day, we popped into the local confectionary for ice cream.  It was crazy busy in there, and while we were focusing on keeping the kiddos away from the colorful displays of treats, I heard the guy next to me in line say “Ah, she has a birthmark!”  I cringed slightly, pasted a smile on my face and looked down at Addy to see if she had heard.  But before I could do or say anything, the guy continued: “Just like me!”

My head snapped up to look at him, and sure enough, this guy in his mid-thirties had a dark red stain on his face, and it was even bigger than Addy’s, wrapping around his shaved head.  I broke into a smile: “Port wine?”  “Yep!”  “Ha, that’s exactly what she has!  Did you ever do any treatments?”  (No questions are ‘too personal’ after finding common ground like that!)  He shook his head: “Nah.  I did one treatment when I was older, but that’s it.”  Then he smiled: “Now I really like having it on my face; you know, it’s something different, no one else has it.”

So here’s a guy with a deep-red stain on his face, darkened a bit with age, wrapping around his skull, and he’s saying he likes it.  Awesome.  I wish I’d had time to get tips from him on how to encourage that kind of confidence, but we were too rushed.  Oh, well.  He still made my day!

Have you ever run across someone who shared a particularly odd trait with you?  Were you as excited as I was to find them?