My walk home with the pt

Why me?




*We begin walk home from school, taking the Roosevelt route instead of keefe. Not long after we disembark, the pt is having the time of her life splashing through muddy puddles.

ME: pt, don't splash through muddy puddles.

PT: why?

ME: because you'll get your boots all muddy

PT: they were muddy ever since recess!

ME: yeah, well don't splash in any more puddles, okay?

PT: no

soon she ran out of puddles and had to 'degrade' to side walk status anyway. So anyway, we continue walking and get around the corner onto 53rd street when the pt stops me yet again.

PT: iguana, can we stop?

ME: no, why?

PT: because I have to tie my shoe

ME:.....

ME: pt, you're wearing boots.

PT: oh yeah. I have to tie my boots.

ME: why can't you just wait till we get home?

PT: because the laces are getting all muddy.

ME: now, if we hadn't splashed in the muddy puddles, our laces wouldn't be muddy, would they?

PT: yes they would

ME: how so?

PT: well, I could've just been walking all the time in the field looking at my feet, and then I would've stepped in a puddle and it would get muddy on the ice anyway!

ME: ....?

PT: (walks away)

So this continues about halfway through till we get to Roosevelt and are ready to cross when the pt points our some vital observations.

PT: see that pile of dirt, on top of that pile of snow?

ME: yeah?

PT: it looks like a dinosaur.

ME: I dunno..it looks more like a frog to me.

PT: maybe it's a dinofrog?

ME: let's just get going.

And so our journey comes to a close. At least, until we get inside the house and the pt refuses to pull off her boots using her hands. And since she has a bladder with the capacity of a teaspoon, she is rapidly thrashing on the floor of the front hall, screaming and trying to fling her boots off, and of course, refuses to let me help.


That's it for tonight folks. Really. That's it. Get lost.