My husband and I often marvel at the fact that Piper doesn’t have arms. His feet are his feet and his hands. We never tire of watching him. We often joke about him being unarmed, as was the case one recent day.
“My gosh, Piper, you have made a big mess from your snack!,” Mister Rain exclaimed.
“Mister Rain! He doesn’t have any arms!,” I reprimanded.
Continuing to play Bad Cop, my husband doubled-down. “This is a HUGE mess! This is ridiculous.!”
“Mister Rain! He DOESN’T HAVE ANY ARMS! I have very little sight. Are you going to yell at me because I make a mess that I can’t see?!?! How DARE you!”
By now my husband was chuckling and Piper was squawking because I had been shouting. I would like to think he was giving Mister Rain the business too.
That evening while eating dinner, my husband left the table to get something from the kitchen. While he was gone I threw three of my carrots on the floor around my chair. When he returned, I made sure to be engrossed in cutting my chicken.
“Um, you dropped a few carrots,” he informed me in a library-level voice, bending to pick them up.
“Oh my gosh. I had no idea. I don’t see too well.”
Somehow I maintained my composure. When Mister Rain returned from disposing of the “dropped” food, I could tell that his upper body was shaking in one of those laughs he inherited from his mom. I never raised my head, continuing to focus on my plate. Once he had resumed to his meal, I pierced a remaining orange piece with my fork, turning my face to his. Offering my utensil and its passenger to him, I sweetly and innocently asked, “Would you like a carrot?””
When living with a physical difference, you have to have the ability to laugh. And when living with a partner, you have to have the ability to hurl a few vegetables when they’re not looking.
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