I forgot how much my kids fall. They have one speed: overeager contestant on Supermarket Sweep. They run everywhere.
Little E banged up his knee Tuesday. Big E was sure to talk up how much it was going to sting when Little E sat down in the bath. Little E stood throughout his entire bath, he was so worked up about it.
Today was Big E's turn. He ate dirt right by the playground hopscotch game. It took him a few seconds to move. I almost drew some chalk around his outline.
When he finally stood up, he had bloodied both knees and two spots on his chest. The temperatures this afternoon hit 80 degrees, and therefore my kids took this opportunity to show off their strapping bodies by discarding their shirts.
Tears and hysteria followed.
MY EYES KEEP LOOKING AT MY BLOODY KNEES AND I CAN'T GET THEM TO STOP!
And with that I eliminated doctor from his future career path.
Maybe I need to invest in some knee pads. And whatever company makes band aids. I see 24/7 mandatory pants wearing in our future.