So there I was, sitting in the outpatient registration waiting room of a local hospital with Hazel Faye.
Don’t ask. It was no big deal. Really. But yes, there Hazel and I were sitting in the waiting room with the Fox News Network blaring shrilly as it does in the waiting room of outpatient registration of our local hospital. I’m not sure why it must be Fox News, but it is.. Maybe because we are quite possibly in the fifth circle of Hell sitting in an outpatient waiting room.
Trust me, the last thing a five year old wants to do while waiting endlessly in a boring waiting room is to listen to some shrill pundit kvetch and moan and tear at their clothes worrying about why the President would appear with Zach Galifnianakis on Between Two Ferns. She also doesn’t find other people in the waiting room shouting at the tv entertaining at all. She’s five. All this is boring; especially sitting in a waiting room.
Don’t worry. I’ve got this.
Frozen on Mima’s iPad! You are welcome everyone waiting endlessly in the outpatient waiting room! Hazel is happy. Hazel is entertained. Hazel is sitting still. Hazel is occupied. And save for her quietly singing “Let It Go” (with perfect pitch and sounding great), she is not bothering anyone.
Except the three older people sitting in the corner aren’t so sure.
“Is that a game or something?“, a little old lady shouts out at Hazel.
Hazel looks up briefly and answers back, politely, “No, it’s an iPad.”
The little old lady clucks her tongue and looks to her two companions, “Kids! They just can’t do anything but stare at some screen.”
“They’re spoiled. Parents can’t be bothered so they give them cellphones and smart computers and games and those ‘Pads’ and tvs.”
“Yup, they’re spoiled!“:
“Parents just don’t care.”
The three of them nod together as they look up at Hazel then at me glaring.
Oh for crying out loud!
The first old lady nods in my direction, “How lucky she is her mother can buy her such an expensive thing like an iPad.”
Hazel looks up again, rolls her eyes and says matter of factly, “I don’t have an iPad. This is my Mima’s.”
I put my arm protectively around Hazel and say out loud, to no one in particular, “Well I guess a kid like you is darned if you do and darned if you don’t.”
And Hazel answers back, “Yup!”
For the record, I did say darn.