Thank You, Teddy!

Yesterday, I went to the dermatologist. I had this little bump on my chin and I wanted it off.

"No problem," says she. "We'll take that right off." Then she turns away from me, and says, "Teddy? Are you ready?"

I was confused. She knows my name! When she was pregnant, she even told me she was considering Genevieve as her baby's name. (I think she ended up with Eva, though.)

And then. She hands me a small teddy bear. Light dawns! THIS is Teddy! Wait. This is going to HURT? I will need a teddy bear to comfort me?

She says, "Hug Teddy and squeeze him if you need to."

I say, "It's going to HURT?"

She says, "YES. I have to burn it off."

Oh my. I got ready. And. It hurt. Teddy got quite a squeeze. But I was a brave girl and I survived, and my chin looks so much better. Just a bit red. From all the burning, I suppose.

Thanks, Teddy. I couldn't have done it without you.