So my boys got in to a fight
Posted: December 9th, 2007, 9:21 pm
The 5 year old was watching TV on the floor, and the 2 year old jumped on his neck. So the 5 year old jumps up and chases him in to the bedroom, where the 2 year old grabs an old 35mm camera to defend himself with.
So the 5 year old dis-arms him, and swings the a-fore mentioned weapon by the strap, and clocks the 2 year old in the head :dooh:
I was across the house, but realized the scream was not of a normal nature so I went to investigate (Mom was in the shower).
I swooped him up, and proceeded to the bathroom where mom was. Upon arrival the two goose eggs that were swelling like ballons revealed two deep penetrations that start to pour blood like a prize fighter taking a beating. While I try to keep blood out of his eye (if it has ever happened to you, then you know it freaks you out when you can't see because of blood distorting your vision) the Mrs gets the Doc on the phone. They send us to "urgent care" at our HMO. By the time we get there, the drama is over, the crying has stopped, but the blood is still trickling. So they glued him back together again, just like Humpty Dumpty. I got to admit, he's a little tough guy.
Amazing how when it was all over, the french fries and ketchup at Hobbit Hoagies made everything all better.
And to think I was going to shoot birds this afternoon
So the 5 year old dis-arms him, and swings the a-fore mentioned weapon by the strap, and clocks the 2 year old in the head :dooh:
I was across the house, but realized the scream was not of a normal nature so I went to investigate (Mom was in the shower).
I swooped him up, and proceeded to the bathroom where mom was. Upon arrival the two goose eggs that were swelling like ballons revealed two deep penetrations that start to pour blood like a prize fighter taking a beating. While I try to keep blood out of his eye (if it has ever happened to you, then you know it freaks you out when you can't see because of blood distorting your vision) the Mrs gets the Doc on the phone. They send us to "urgent care" at our HMO. By the time we get there, the drama is over, the crying has stopped, but the blood is still trickling. So they glued him back together again, just like Humpty Dumpty. I got to admit, he's a little tough guy.
Amazing how when it was all over, the french fries and ketchup at Hobbit Hoagies made everything all better.
And to think I was going to shoot birds this afternoon
