Parenting at 56 or, "I didn't bargain for this!"
"Yep, he sure enough broke it!"
That was the War Department about ten minutes ago, updating me on our second son's condition after she took him to the local ER.
The four year old tornado was playing in the "bounce house" we keep in the back yard. His big trick is to stand at the top of the attached slide, take a leap and cannonball onto it midway down. This whole thing is a colossal airbag, designed for the rough & tumble play of children. What could possibly go wrong?
Regardless of the "bounce house" design, his body isn't built for a half spin in midair causing him to land on the right elbow. I'm watching this crap so I know EXACTLY what he did! The immediate scream afterward let me know that all was not well.
The WD took him to the nearby ER and the rest is history.
Four years old and already breaking bones.
I can't wait for the teenage years!
Don't even mention his learning to drive. Just don't do it, okay?
3 comments:
in one aspect I'm glad that I was never able to have children.as I'm getting older though I wonder who I candepend on when I reach my twilight years.
Rev...he doesn't have enough non-grey hairs left for that.........
Ouch!
I am amazed anyone can raise kids without broken bones. Or stitches.
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