that’s abu’s foot. this is a common occurrence in our household, so not to worry. we have a bone contusion which is not a fracture but deserves a plaster to be on the safer side.
so be it.
there’s more to this post than just “look, he hurt his foot.”
now, just because it’s a common occurrence doesn’t mean we deprive the children of our tender, loving care, ok? so, 4-5 hours in the last couple of nights have been spent listening to “ow, ow, ow it hurts” now, how it decides to hurt only at night, has always been a mystery.
how? the day before yesterday, abu, rabad and a couple of friends from the building, t-man and little-terror-a, were playing a game of “let’s break this huge, heavy loose tile into smaller pieces by throwing it on the floor” and one of the pointed pieces in t-man’s hands ended up on abu’s foot. of course, i tried to stop them, but a little too late.
anyhow, last evening i decided that i need to go for my walk and its high time (as the doctor recommends) that abu start walking around. i use my usual line, “i’m going down for a walk, you can join me or stay at home by yourself” usually this means, both of them come wagging behind and start playing with their friends when they reach down.
abu - ma you go, i will stay home alone…
rabad - i’ll stay with him, don’t worry. he’ll take care of me
me - uhhh…he needs to be taken care of, who’ll do that?
totally expecting an “aaaaawww” moment, i had a smile in my mind.
rabad - t-man! we’ve called him, he’s coming over in 5 minutes…
yep! the same t-man!!!
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ps1. i think, they have set it in their mind, that older person takes care of younger, and t-man is few months older. outlook needs to change…
ps2. t-man was very, very apologetic immediately after he threw the tile and much later too.
