The kid next door

Across the hall is a little boy who's been here just a couple days less than us. I don't know what his condition is but he's been unable to eat for several days in preparation for some procedure he's was going to have. He's about eight years old and from everything I've witnessed from our door to his, the encounters in the hallway, he's a very sweet and well behaved little boy. He sings on his karaoke machine, plays video games, colors and does book reports and homework at the nurses station, and generally stays pretty self occupied. He's not shy at all and is quite the exhibitionist and puts on singing shows for everyone in the lobby of the pediatric wing.

Tonight I had our room door open (very rare) and Cameron was playing in his exersaucer and watching people walk by. The little boy came to our door to chat and asked the typical questions about the boys. Are they twins? What are their names? Are they boys? Then he said "Wow, both your babies are in the hospital. You must be a bad parent." And then he walked away singing into his microphone.

The nurse told me he told her that she's his third favorite nurse and didn't think she could ever be second and definitely not first. Eh, he's eight. What else can you say to that?