Bad day.

As mentioned previously, I took Henry to the doctor a week ago Tuesday where I was told to get him a nebulizer for his albuterol treatments. After the doctor's appt., Henry and I drove to the medical supply store to get our very own nebulizer. As it turns out, it is cheaper to buy a nebulizer outright than to go through the health insurance to get one. Anyway, Henry was getting hungry, tired, and impatient. It had already been a long trip to the doctor, and, of course, he was sick to begin with so I was already tempting fate by not going straight home. There is a long wait in the medical supply store, but we finally get our equipment and leave. As we walk out the door, a young boy yells out to me, "YOU HAVE A CUTE BABY!"

I load Henry in the car, and, naturally, because we really need to get home, the car won't start. Nothing. Just a series of clicks. So, now, Henry is hot, tired, and hungry and we are stranded at the medical supply company. I make 2 calls: Mike and AAA. It has been my experience that AAA will eventually come and rescue you, but it can take a few hours. My immediate priorities are to feed Henry and get him home as soon as possible. The young boy who had yelled out to me moments before, lights up when I walk back in the store with Henry.

Boy: Yay! The baby is back!
Boy's mother (seeing my face): Is everything ok?
Me: Car won't start.
Boy: Mom, do we have a jump drive?
Boy's mom: Um, no, we don't have jumper cables.
Me: Thank you, but I called AAA and my husband so I just have to give the baby a bottle and then wait for assistance.
Boy: I have asthma.
Me: Sorry to hear that.
Boy: Do you know how to skateboard?
Me: No.
Boy: Is your baby sick?
Me: Yes, the baby is sick and he is hungry and now the car won't start so...
Boy (singing loudly): "You had a bad day. You're taken one down. You sing a sad song..."
Everyone in the store stops and turns and stares.
Boy (unfazed by the staring): I go to the best school in the state.
Boy: Have you finished college yet?
Boy: Do you know where the Checkers is?
Boy: I am 9 years old and in 3rd grade but I was not held back if that is what you were thinking.
Me: That is not what I was thinking.
Boy's mom whisks boy away.

Henry finishes his bottle and actually falls asleep in my arms. Soon, Mike arrives and successfully jump starts my car. Eventually, we all arrive home safe and sound.