It’s Not A Plate

In the midst of running errands the other day, Girl Genius and I stopped at CVS really quick.  She had just gotten her hair cut, and was playing with her prizes (finger puppets), so she didn’t really care what we were doing (she thought she was SOMETHING ELSE for being able to bring those puppets inside).  We talked about those animals and their facial expressions the whole time we stood in line, and then it was my turn to ask for test strips.
“Briley.  Why do we have to buy so many test strips.  You buy them all the time.”
She is certainly right.  I do buy them all the time, and I explained how every time I test my blood I have to use a new one.  “It’s not like a plate I can wash & re-use.”  I got a “woah”  and then our conversation was over and we were talking about puppets again. Someday this kid is going to know someone diagnosed with T1, and she will be a much better peer for it.