So the other day after dinner we decided to make a trip out to get some ice cream.
Okay, it wasn't that easy. First of all we're finishing up dinner and I hear a little tune coming down the road. Uh oh the ice cream truck. I quickly try to think if I have any cash in my purse...nope. Damn. And sure enough G hears the truck's song louder and louder as it gets closer to our house. And our neighbors almost always buy from him so he's in the habit now of actually STOPPING in front of our house to wait for the neighbors to come out and buy. This is good and bad for me. Good if I need an extra minute to put on shoes grab cash and run out there, but bad when I don't want to buy anything and on a day like this day when I am out of cash.
I might've had a dollar and change in my purse but I've noticed the going rate of Spiderman ice cream is like $3 at least. So I try and ignore the truck sitting in front blaring his special happy tunes. G is turned around in his chair now staring outside with a lip quivering.
One look at him and I am pudding. So I promise we'll go get ice cream since I don't have any money ready for the ice cream man.
Five minutes later we're heading out to the car, G of course doesn't go right to his door, but decides to run around the car instead. On his way around back to his side of the car down he goes. My husband is outside the car and first to the scene, while I sit in the car and hold my breath. How bad is it? DId he just fall and catch himself? Please don't let there be any blood.
This is the worst skinned knees he's had so far. One knee is skinned completely about the size of a dollar coin,the other knee is scratched pretty good. Both arms are scraped too. And there's blood.
It takes a minute, then the crying starts.
My husband puts him in the car anyways while I'm saying "what are you doing? Let's go in the house to take care of this". But he's already on his way in to get my first aid box of supplies. I have just enough time to tell him to bring me a wet cloth too.
Blood under control and first aid foam applied with even more wailing added to the already deafening screaming. I'm wondering what the neighbors think is going on in our car...
Then it's time for band-aids. I never knew band-aids were so awful before G. I cringe whenever he needs one because he fights me on them. Every. Time.
As I'm trying to band aid the bad knee at a minimum and G is batting my attempts away and screaming still, my husband says "just leave him alone". Wrong time to tell me to leave my baby alone when he's hurt and needs care. I give him a dirty look and mutter something under my breath directed at him.
Thirty minutes later I've got band-aids on both knees and we're off to get ice cream.
The plus side of the skinned knees is that when it was bedtime he didn't get out of bed at all,since he was acting like his legs were now broken.
He even asked me to carry him to the bathroom and stuff. I played along and babied him for the night, but the next morning when he asked for me to carry him to the bathroom again I said no way. I stood him up on his feet and it was so funny. It reminded me of the Case of Benjamin Button when the old/young guy stood for the first time without a wheel chair. Kids, so dramatic!
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