I was crestfallen, my dad got the tears and the hugs that I needed. My dad, seeing I was looking for all the world like someone had killed the easter bunny on my doorstep, tells my small daughter that "mommy needs a hug, she was scared by the doctor."
Taylor threw herself into my arms and hugged me. It was all better. Well it wasnt the last time that it happend, two more times. The last time it happened, I was at school, my dad called me and said that Taylor had done it again but with a surprise, she popped it back herself. He said she casually did what the Dr. had done and went about her business.
The next scare I got while raising my daughter was when we were outside on a fall day. Taylor was just starting to talk well. Being who she was, didn't talk much baby talk—she went from words to full sentences with very little mumbo jumbo. My father and I were talking and she was running around the yard.
At this time, Taylor had a pebbles-like hair do. She walked over to a magnolia tree that was losing its leaves and says, "is this west Indian lilac?"...her favorite movie was Jurassic Park. My mouth fell open and my dad stopped and just stared. Down the road was a sugar cane field that they were cutting, If anyone has never seen a cane cutter, look them up on Google. It was a three row cutter and these things are huge—he was coming up the road and we heard him. Taylor seeing some flowers across the road makes a dart like only a small child can do right in front of the cane cutter.
My heart fell out of my chest and my dad looked on the verge of a heart attack.
The man on the cane cutter managed to stop with in inches of her feet. I'm at a dead run with my dad right behind me. The man on the cane cutter shakily gets off and wobbles over to the side of the road and throws up. I checked over Tay and not finding any damage fights myself on either shaking her, hugging her, or screaming till my eyes crossed.
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