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Show 145 Hy is smiling as well and as the oldest children realize that the youngest is frustrated in her quest, they are also furtively looking around the room to see where we have hidden her basket. I can tell by their puzzled expressions that none of them has spotted it and my giggle has turned to uncontrollable laughter. But I have just had surgery and it hurts to giggle and it hurts even worse to laugh and I am hoping she will find her treat before I rip the stitches because I cannot stop laughing at the fact that four very intelligent and inquisitive children have not found what is right before their eyes. Not unlike my several very intelligent and inquisitive doctors, I am realizing, who have taken weeks, not minutes, to discover a broken catheter. I even gave them hints. It is the youngest who finally first spots her own basket in its obvious and well-concealed place. A groan of approval goes up around the room as Hy hoists her up to remove it. We are discussing Easter eggs and Easter flowers and the true meaning of Easter when Jerri, a new nurse, comes in. "I have bad news," she begins, not understanding the terror those words can inspire within the hearts of young children. They are suddenly still and stoic. Hy is bracing himself against the bed. No one is breathing. "A V.I.P. was just admitted and we're going to move you to another room." |