A Woman to Dance With

My mother-in-law joined us for the boys' swimming class yesterday afternoon. Daniel was glad to be back in the pool after sitting out Monday's class. The nebulizer treatments, combined with the other medications, seem to have helped a great deal.

Afterward we picked up Tab at work. He suggested going to dinner at Denny's, a chain restaurant that offers free kids' meals on Tuesday night.

"Will it take long?" Daniel asked. He was remembering a recent Sunday morning breakfast at Denny's at which we had to wait awhile for our food.

"Why? Do you have a date?" quipped Stephanie.

"I don't have a date because I don't have a woman to dance with!" was Daniel's exasperated response. Tab, Stephanie, and I all started to laugh, which annoyed poor Daniel all the more.

I've been giving Daniel nebulizer treatments two times a day for the past few days. He says he feels better after each treatment. When I first brought it home on Monday, I was slightly intimidated by the many parts that had to be put together; now I assemble and disassemble it like an old pro. Actually, it reminds me a little of the industrial-strength breast pump I rented when the twins were born, right down to the tubing and the loud hum.

When I first told Tab about the nebulizer, he commented that it sounded like something you hear on Star Trek. "Captain, the warp core is failing! We need to activate the nebulizer!"

Later, after seeing Daniel using it, Tab said it made him feel sad. I understand his reaction, but I don't share it. Just today, I read an article in the Philadelphia Inquirer about a 10-year-old boy with a rare bone disorder that causes his bones to snap like twigs at the least stress.

All things considered, we are very lucky.

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