Got Your Finger On The Pulse Of The Problem

(I am 10 years old and still pretty high on the baby fat scale. My mother, older sister, and I are watching Jeopardy, and the last question is about pulse points.)

Me: *feeling my wrist* “Mommy, how do you feel a pulse?”

Mom: *moves my fingers into correct position* “Just like that.”

(After a few minutes.)

Me: *bursts into tears* “Mommy, I’m DEAD!”

Mom: “What?”

Me: *still crying* “I don’t have a pulse! I must be dead!”

Mom: “[Sister], help your brother find his pulse.”

Sister: *laughing hysterically* “Momma, I can’t find it either!”

(It took over an hour and a trip to the local pharmacy’s heart machine to calm me down.)