Yesterday I called Kenzie from the hospital where her Grampy was getting the post for the Baja ear implant. As soon as I dialed, I had a sense of dread--I had failed to give her any warning, we hadn't talked about the surgery at all. So, not surprisingly, she wanted DETAILS:

Me: Kenzie, you know that Grampy can't hear out of his left ear, right?
Kenzie: yeah
Me: Well, I'm at the hospital with him because the doctors are going to help him be able to hear.
Kenzie: how?
Me: They're going to put a steel post, kind-of like the end of a pen, right behind his ear that can't hear. Then in a few months they're going to hook a litle machine to it that will send the sounds to his good ear.
Kenzie: Oh. [pause] So, they're going to put a post in his ear?
Me: Kind-of. It's great, though, because he'll be able to hear better.
Kenzie: I want to go see him.
Me: Well, we can't see him right now. I'm actually at the hospital to be with Grammy.
Kenzie: So you're NOT going to see Grampy?
Me [backtracking a bit]: Um, I might see him for a bit, but that'll be later. Right now I'm just with Grammy.
Kenzie: I want to come so I can see him later.
Me: Well, honey, it's going to be bedtime soon. [By this time it was about 7:30PM]
Kenzie: So, is Grampy going to sleep at the hospital?
Me [feeling caught in a lie]: No, they're going to go home tonight, but later.
Kenzie: I wanna talk to Grammy.
Grammy: Hi Kenzie.
Kenzie: Are you going to drive Grampy home?
Grammy: Yes, I'm going to drive.
[more conversation between the two of them, then Grammy hands the phone back to me.]
Kenzie: Mom, are you going to sit in the front seat or the back seat?
Me: Kenzie, the doctor just called and Grammy and I are going to see Grampy now.
Kenzie: Poor Grampy!! He has a post in his ear!!

When she talked to him on the phone the next day, she said, "Mom, it worked! He heard me the first time!"