My 3 year old, Liam, and 7 year old, Sean, were playing on a swing set in the backyard.
My husband and I were enjoying two seconds of quiet conversation in the kitchen at the end of a long day of Boys Behaving Badly, Major Meltdowns and quite a bit of Go-To-Your Room.
Liam stood in front of Sean (who was on a swing) and shouted –
I WANNAGO-ONTHESWING! IWANNAGO-ONTHESWING! IWANNAGO! ON! THE!! SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!
I heard the commotion, and I was about to scold Liam for shouting so rudely and loudly.
But Sean – thinking that he might get into trouble if Liam continued to shout – simply jumped off the swing and ran away.
Liam quickly moved in to claim his place…and the empty swing whacked him right on the head. Well, that serves you right, Mr Terrorist!
Liam screamed like a banshee, and I ran from the kitchen to the backyard.
And I watched – literally watched – as this amazing blister swelled up in 20 seconds flat.
Liam howled and howled. I couldn’t hear myself think!
My husband was so desperate to distract Liam from his injury that he offered him a left over Easter Egg that was in the kitchen. We knew he wanted it, because I had confiscated it from him a week earlier, which had been the cause of another nerve jangling tantrum (by him, not me).
And it worked. Liam saw the egg, and he knew he had won a victory. So he was happy and he stopped crying. So then I was happy. Or at least, I was slightly less unhappy.
And then I noticed that his Easter Egg and the lump on his head were very similar shape and size.
I was just so impressed with the size of his lump, that I wanted to take a photo of the egg next to it.
My husband walked Liam over to my friend’s house, who is a doctor, just to get him checked out. No broken bones, just a great big blood blister.
Screaming. Bribery. Trips to the Doctor. The Magic Healing Properties of Chocolate.
Just another day in Mummyland!