Mackenzie's Deep Thoughts on "fake hands"

A couple of nights ago, I picked up what I thought was a small, plastic bead - only to realize it was a broken glass bead - which resulted in a superficial cut across the tip of my finger.  Not a big deal, right?

Now I don't know about your cherubs, but at our house, the mere site of injury is cause for bringing out the little one's inner DRA-MA queen!  She demanded to know what happened.

I dismissed the incident as nothing...because I enjoy sleep that is uninterrupted.   And if any child's overactive imagination could turn a paper cut into a full fledged nightmare at 2 am, it would be hers.

But she wanted to know more.

I calmly explained what happened, and I thought I was free of night time drama.

But I wasn't.


Bed time rolled around... and then this happened...

"Mommy, can glass cut your hand off?"

...and we're off to the races!


Trying to head off a sleepless night for both of us, I opted for short, concise answers leaving no room for additional questions and explanations.

Or so I thought.


"No.  Glass can't cut your hand off"

"Is there such a thing as a fake hand?"

"Yes, but it's called a prosthetic"

Big words usually distract her...

But not this time.


"Mommy, how do you get a fake hand?  Do you just like, go to the store and pick one up?"

"No.  They have to make them for each person."


Satisfied with that answer, she became quiet.

Whew! 


Then...

"How do they keep it on your arm?"

"It depends on the type of prosthetic they use."

"Mommy, if my hand got cut off, would you get me a fake one?"

"Of course I would"


She took a moment to digest this while my hope for a peaceful night's sleep dwindled.


"Well, what if I had a fake hand, and I fell down at school, and I couldn't get up, and someone had to pull me up, and they accidentally pulled my hand off?  What then?"


...and I kissed the hope of sleeping good-bye!