Five weeks ago my husband was in Louisville at the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary for his 2 week “stint” working on his Ph.D. I never like staying at home by myself so I took the four kids and headed to my mom and dad’s for the duration. The second night we were there our 7 year old son fell out of a tree and broke his arm. Now I know that sounds dramatic…falling out of a tree and all, but as it turned out the real drama was in how it happened. You see our son, who is presently on an Indiana Jones kick, was snapping the whip that my dad had just given him the day before. If you have seen the movies you know that Indiana Jones uses his whip to wrap around branches, and various other items, to swing on it…now you’re getting the picture. The whip wouldn’t come unwrapped from the tree limb so someone had to climb up the tree to untangle it…unfortunately he was the chosen one, it being his whip and all. Needless to say he got about 2 feet off of the ground before his foot slipped and he crashed to the ground. It was all in the landing the Dr. said. We narrowly escaped surgery and pins.
I called my husband to tell him we were on our way to the ER and all he could say was “Sweet!” All Ethan was worried about was how he was going to build things with legos with only one good arm. So the poor kid had a cast on for 5 weeks, one week longer than required because of our trip to the Southern Baptist Convention in Indianapolis. We went today to have it taken off and I have never seen such a look of relief as he had on his little face. We have to go back for another x-ray in 4 weeks, and have to have an x-ray every year for the next 4-5 years to check on it and make sure there are no growth deformities because of the break being by the growth plates.
He chose to keep the smelly thing, though I am not sure why. On the way home he and his older sister took turns seeing who could stand smelling it the longest and complaining that his arm looked like it had dandruff. Somehow I feel certain that their dad had something to do with that! He’s always good for coming up with gross things to do for fun, and they are always eager to try them out!
Nice try on the assignment of blame…but I had nothing to do with either “arm dandruff” or the “stink-out” game.
Terry