laughter = good medicine
My younger brother, Josh, had heart surgery last Monday for a congenital heart defect only recently discovered. (He’s now back at home in Keller recovering really well.) So, last week Mark, Kristen, the kids, and I all took a little road trip to medical city in Houston to visit him. When I told Liam about the hospital, it of course precipitated more questions, apparently forcing him to grapple with the metaphorical heart versus the anatomical heart.
“Why is Josh in the hospital?”
“He had heart surgery.”
“Well, Josh had something wrong with his heart, so the doctors needed to cut open his body to fix it.”
“Oh. (with a slight contemplative pause ) Did he have a lot of anger in his heart?”