As a mother of four young boys, trips to the ER have become an annual event. What is the deal? Why do they inevitably wound themselves? Gratefully, it's rarely a broken limb (we've only had one of those) but someone is always bumping, bruising or scraping themselves up. I think it's because boys only have 3 speeds....Sleep....FULL SPEED/MACH 12.....and that vegetative state they enter during video games or television.
Yesterday was ER trip #1 for 2009. Leo, my 11 year old, received an electric scooter for his birthday a couple of weeks ago. He loves this thing. He zips up and down the neighborhood streets with a big dopey grin on his adorable face. Well he was at it again and just as I was about to take all four of them to the playground he emerged from around the corner with two bloody knees. Sigh. Hey...at least he had his helmet on.
I took him inside thinking that some Neosporin and band-aids would fix him up. Not so much. A pretty sizable chunk was missing from his right knee. Ewww. So much for the playground....it's an afternoon in the emergency room instead. God Bless the little guy, he was a trooper and had good sense of humor about it. As we sat waiting to be seen he said, "Well...I went 11 years before I had to go the emergency room. I'm a boy...that's got to be some kind of record."
It made me laugh because it was indeed his first trip. His three brothers have each managed a few trips. In fact at William's last visit for a bumped head he was wearing a t-shirt which read..."I do all my own stunts." Nice.
A few hours and three stitches later we were on our way home. Like I always say....Life with all these boys is anything but dull!