We left for school early so Lael could get some quality playground time. As we’re walking, we spot a friend of Lael’s up ahead. The kids decide to run after her.
In less than a minute, Seth trips on the hard concrete sidewalk and immediately starts crying. Even before I take a closer look, I can see a gouge just below the kneecap – that’s going to leave a scar – but his face and hands seem okay.
I put Seth’s backpack on one shoulder and my 8-year-old on the other before trudging uphill back to the house. Lael breaks into a trot every now and then to keep up.
At home, we clean and treat the wound, before piling into the minivan. I walk Seth over to his “cove” and start walking Lael over to her classroom area.
That’s when I look down and notice my leg. It is covered in Seth’s rusty-brown blood. Whoops. Fortunately, no one notices, though Lael excitedly tells her friend – the one we were chasing – all about what happened. The story apparently makes up for the lost playground time.
Stumble It!
I showed Seth the little scar on my knee from when I was his age. Now he thinks it's kinda cool.
Posted by: Anne | Thursday, September 09, 2010 at 10:30 AM
We'll turn him into a tough guy yet.
Posted by: brettdl | Sunday, September 12, 2010 at 06:08 AM
My old man always used to tell me to spit on it! Always made the moment a little easier! I use it today with my 3 girls. It usually manages a smile! Visit www.wackydad.blogspot.com to learn more about the Costantino way of dealing with life and kids!
Posted by: Eric Costantino | Sunday, December 12, 2010 at 08:11 PM
We went to school early so Lael could get the quality time playground. As we walk, we put in front of a friend Lael. The children decide to follow.
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