Instead of the early morning grunt down the stairs that my daughter gives me every morning to signify that she is up, I heard crying in her room. I hurried up stairs into her room where I found her sitting on the edge of her bed clutching her right arm with her left.
"Daddy, my arm hurts," she cried.
"Where?" I asked her blowing on it with my magical cure all daddy's breath.
"Something is crawling up inside my arm" my daughter replied still crying.
Suddenly it hit me and I asked her if she had slept on top of her arm. She tearfully nodded and I then had an impromptu discussion on the mechanics of blood flow and how when you prevent the blood from flowing in an appendage by say, sleeping on it, your arm will tingle as the blood rushes back to feed all those tissues starving for oxygen. I'm sure that 95% of what I told her was completely lost on her but the 5% that she understood was that the feeling would go away quickly and nothing seriously was wrong with her arm.
But it got me to thinking. I wonder how old I was when I first had an arm fall asleep in bed? I have no recollection but if it happened now for the first time in my life, I might be pretty freaked out about it. It certainly wasn't a topic that crossed my mind as having to explain to my daughter someday before it happened to prevent freaking out. The one topic that falls into that category is quite a few years away and one that I hope my wife will take on.