Tuesday the school calls, William the 6 year old wants to come home seems he fell down and bumped his head. He feels sick and wants to go home. My daughter talks to him on the phone he cannot remember how he got hurt, his head hurts and he feels sick to his stomach. She is instantly concerned and rushes to the school to get him. He is pale looking, has a bump on his head and is kind of sweaty. As any parent would do she takes him to the urgent care. He is diagnosed with a concusion.


She finds out later that this had happened almost 3 hours earlier and all the teachers aid did was put an ice pack on it. The real teacher was not even aware of what had happened until William went up to him and said he wanted to go home because he didnt feel good. All is good after a few hours at the ER and 48 hours of watching him.


Yesterday Michael the 4 year old was running outside to meet his brother and tripped and fell over a truck in the cement driveway and did a face plant. Busted open his lip, bloodied his nose and skinned the side of his face.


Today the boys are playing basketball and get the brilliant idea to drop a rock onto the basketball to see what happens. (this is a big rock that she has lining her flower beds) Well you see where this is going, the rock bounces off the basketball hits michael in the shins and then lands on Williams foot smashing his baby toe.


She called a bit ago and of course is upset that her boys are all beat up. I asked to talk to the boys.


William: Hi gramma I got hurt I broke my head and my brother broke my toe I need you to come and take care of me.


Michael: gramma my brother made me fall down and get my face bleedy and threw a rock at me and my legs is cracked. you need to come take him to your house he is making my mom have a head ache.


am I bad because all I could do when I got off the phone was laugh?

 

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Oh no!


I'm LOLing just reading it. But omg you're right. Your poor daughter is probably pulling her hair out!

 

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I think my daughter is in for a lot of this with her 2. Mine were girl boy and 5 1/2 years apart. They were civil to each other.

 

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That's a lot all at once. Of course the worst is for the mommy, the boys will be fine. (Though concussions suck.)

The worst for me so far has been kiddo smashing his nose on the steps of the slide. Lotsa blood but it stopped fast. Not a big deal except last year he whacked his front tooth loose so we always get wound up checking to make sure he hasn't done that again. It's still in and doing well but it's not perfectly healthy. Seems my boy has a tendency to whack his face on stuff almost as much as the usual scraped knees routine.

 

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My sentiments exactly. I'm still giggling.

Silver

 

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QFT

 

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What a hoot! Don't ya wish you had a tape recorder going with some of the conversations??


I feel sorry for your daughter...that's gotta be rough. I remember when the emergency room doc told me to sit down before I fell down when our son cut his head open.


My mother use to hide a tape recorder when she was watching our son on Saturday nights.


One Sunday morning she had the recorder hidden under the dining room table. Our son was playing with his toys on the floor. Mom asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He replied, I want cereal, and eggies, and toast, and a banana, and pancakes. Mom said you can't have all that, you won't be able to eat it. He yelled, oh yes I can Gramma!!!! Mom said, I'm gonna beat yer butt** if you don't stop yelling at me. LOL he said, oh yeah, I beat yer butt Gramma!!!!


It is so cute to play that back because they are both laughing at the end of that lil conversation.

 

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