Floppy Johs

We've coined a new term in the Garner family... Floppy Joh! Sounds fun, but its no good, still too fresh to be funny even.

Last night I had planned an escape from the zoo. After feeding time and bathing of the monkeys, I put real clothes on and headed out the door with dreams of a movie theater, Starbucks, and singing really loudly in the car... All sans children.

I should have known better. No one cried, whined or contested when I left. This should have been my first indication, but it wasn't I got on the freeway already belting out notes one should not attempt while recovering from a cold.

RIIIIIIINNNNNG!! Like the sounds of a prison door closing! I answer, and my worst nightmare is realized. One of my monkeys, my littlest monkeys is hurt.

It seems my little Joh fell and bit his tongue, so badly grandma wanted me to return to the zoo and inspect the injuries myself. Taking the nearest off ramp, I sped off in the direction of my house, only half looking out for the po po.

I pulled into the drive way and ran in, my Joh had fallen asleep in the arms of his grandma. I washed my hands so I could triage the patient. On first inspection I saw nothing to warrant extreme concern, but instantly I realized that my sleeping Joh hadn't even flinched when I opened his mouth.

I called his name ... nothing. My mom shook him, nothing. He was dead weight,just flopping about and even paler than usual. After we attempted to wake him again, and he still didn't respond I called 9-1-1. I haven't had to do that yet...call 9-1-1 in an emergency for one of my babies.

As I gave the operator our address Joh came to, cried and reached out to me. It was then I knew he was ok, and told the operator to cancel the Ambulance, police escort, helocopter, and three fire trucks just for show.

So, no more Floppy Johs! We don't like Floppy Joh's regardless how fun it is to say it!