Nurse Moose and I were visiting patient rooms on one of the surgical floors one day when we came upon a young dad sitting beside a small boy. The father looked at us and then asked his son if he would like to sit with him and listen to the clowns sing a song. The boy agreed.
Moose and I fumbled through “Old MacDonald Had a Farm,” asking the patient “What did he have on the farm? What kind of animal? What does that animal say?”
The boy, thumb in mouth, responded: Cow/Moo. Cat /Meow. Dog/Woof.
Then we switched to that perennial toddler favorite, “Wheels on the Bus,” and again found ourselves struggling to remember the lyrics.
But we gave it our best: The Lights on the bus go Blink-Blink-Blink. The Horn on the bus goes Beep-Beep-Beep. ” What’s next,” I asked the little boy.
I heard: “You guys suck.” I looked at Moose, who said, “Pardon me?”
The boy spoke. Again I heard, “You guys suck.” I look at the father — could he interpret?
Dad patiently explained: “Open and shut. Open and shut. The doors go open and shut!”
Of course! It’s clear Moose and I have too much baby powder stuck in our ears!