Last Friday, Maggie woke up from her nap at Grandma's house with a puffed up right eye, welts forming on her tummy and general feelings of yuckiness. Earlier that day, she had the fever that was being passed around Grandma's house. So, a visit to Dakota Peds was arranged, and it was determined that she needed a strep test. So, I held her tight while the nurse stuck Q-tips down her throat and then I shared a few tears with Maggie. Poor thing. Well, the rapid strep came back negative, but her culture the next day came back positive. Crap. How do you explain to a kid that she's going to miss ice-skating lessons (the most coolest hour of her entire week)?
Here goes:
"Sweetie, do you remember when the nurse put the Q-tips in your throat to see what kind of sick you are? The Q-tips were going to tell us if you're just a little bit sick, or special sick where you have to skip skating and go on pink medicine? Well, this morning the Q-tip said that you're special sick, so you can't go to skating today. I'm really sorry about that honey."
Her response?
"Mommy, Q-tips don't talk!"
Next time I'm going straight to how they culture streptococcus pyogenes in the lab. She's obviously too smart for the "talking Q-tip".
