Tough

Last night, during a round of goofing around with his sister that should not have been happening, the Elder Son's cheek made firm contact with the footboard of one of the beds.  Screaming ensued.  Ice was applied.  Tears were wiped away.  The affected cheek was kissed.

Elder Son was sporting quite a shiner this morning.  I warned the Husband of his son's injury (he was working late last night, and the kids were asleep by the time he returned) and also sent an email to the school to let Elder Son's classroom teacher know the reason behind the bruise and swelling, and noting that he said it didn't really hurt anymore.  I got a return email from the teacher that read:

Thank you for keeping me in the loop.  [Elder Son] explained his 'eye' to me.  He is very happy!

Fabulous.  First he's peeing indiscriminately and now he's happy to have a black eye.  I just love raising boys.

Comments

[heather]

Isn't it weird how when our kids get hurt we just assume someone is going to think we're smacking them around or something? One time, my daughter fell AT SCHOOL, and hit her teeth on the blacktop. One was slightly chipped and I was afraid they would "die" so I took her to the dentist. They were fine, but the next time we went to the doctor, I found out that the dentist had reported it to them. I just thought that was so weird. Maybe it's just me. =P

[Chris Cactus]

Looks like I've got a lot to look forward to raising a boy!