A couple weeks ago while I was out of town my middle one ended up in the ER with a fishing lure thru his thumb...yes he was trying to get it down from a tree. I thought I raised him smarter than that, you don't jump up and grab sharp things (he's blonde, he can't help it). Thanks mom and dad for handling that, and my awesome friends for keeping him and his sis the rest of the time I was gone.
Well....yesterday while I was trying to rest and relax, the oldest called, "Mom, I think I broke my ankle, I will be home in a few, can you take me to the Er?" WTF, really...not where I want to be on a Tuesday night, not any night, the ER's around here completely suck...busy, busy, busy.
So off we went, him hopping along, me grumbling, and the two younger ones along for the ride. I think they just wanted to see what I was going to say to him...they love it when someone other than them is catching it!
Well, we were in and out, my apologies for my above ER reference. Xrays revealed a bad sprain, and an unknown BB in the right leg...whaddya know, that's what that little bump is?!? So he's on crutches and supposed to be resting it. We will see how long that lasts.
They say these type of things come in 3's...that leaves the youngest, Lord help me!
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