fiddlesticks

maggie is a little girl with ptsd and adhd. she is nine and adorable. maggie is very little and hyper, but also unusual. she told everyone on the unit that she was in the paper once. when asked why, she said that she found a fire. they asked what she did, and she responded: "i played in it."

a few days ago, maggie ran up to me with a paper bag on her head with two holes cut out for eyes and a tiny mouth hole. she asked if i could get her bubbles. she had some bubbles in her personal belongings. she said they tasted like cherries. i told her that cherry is my favorite flavor and opened the bubbles to smell them. they smelled how bubbles should smell. it was just soap and water. i told her that i don't think they are cherry and she grabbed them from me and took a swig. she smacked her lips, handed them back to me, then ran to her room.

yesterday, maggie woke up early and asked for her breakfast. i made it for her. her teenage peers were also awake because she had knocked on their doors and told them to wake up. they were clearly upset. while i was getting her medication ready, she started repeatedly yelling "it's not mine!" at her cereal.

later, one of her parents came to visit. she told me that she wanted to go outside in the fenced area with them and that she wanted her cherry bubbles to come too. her visitor was blowing the bubbles and maggie was trying to eat them in the air, much like a puppy. whenever she would catch one, she would yell "tasty!" she tried to climb the fence to get one of the bubbles, but i got a hold of the back of her shirt before she got far. a few minutes later, she tried again while telling an airplane overhead to "get back here!"

i think the cute ones get away with more. i also think that kernel sanders and i need to see space chimps.