Hint: Not me.
But Tani, my child and a lover a good deal, seemed to know that intuitively.
Almost before the child-life specialist finished showing Tani the oxygen thing that has blinking lights that the doctor keeps on your finger during surgery, Tani was already asking if she could take it home with her.
I give Jenn, the child-life specialist, a lot of credit. She didn't even blink. She said Sure! I've never been asked that before, but sure!
It would seem that Jenn did not at all see what was coming. Because the next thing Tani said was, do you have a bag for that?
And just like that, my child scored herself a bag of goodies from the pediatric surgical floor. By the time we left the hospital, we were the proud owners of not only the finger thing, but of a pair of lion themed pajamas, the shower cap thing the nurses wear, a surgical mask, surgical booties, heart shaped stickers that measure your pulse on various body points, a doll, some markers, a Columbia-Presbyterian paper cup from the water machine, a very nice pen (that I really hope didn't belong to someone), a blood pressure cuff and a kidney shaped plastic bowl that one might use to throw up in. Except in our case, it's currently in use in the little play kitchen.
Here, three out of four, trying things on. There's always one outlier in this house.