I'm so late getting this out today. The past two days have been crazy. Just last night, a good friend called I hadn't talked to in forever and we'd been playing phone tag for days. I poured a glass of wine, snuggled into the chaise just as my daughter walked into the house sobbing and laughing at the same time. I was puzzled by these twisting emotions. Was she laughing so hard she was crying. Was she crying because she was injured. I didn't know. Then I saw her hand, held up at an odd angle, swelling by the second. Turns out her sister had rolled her fingers up in the automatic car window.
"Why didn't you move your hand," I asked?
"I don't know," she laughed. "That's why we're laughing."
"Really?"
Seems as though there was a delayed reaction between pain and panic.
The outcome was two bruised fingers and one hairline fracture to the middle finger. One more thing to add to the wall of shame in the family room.
Good times.
When I was at school I put a staple right into my thumb. I was crying because it hurt and I was scared, but I was laughing at what a total idiot I was.
ReplyDeleteEesh. Hope she's got a quick heal ahead!
ReplyDeleteNever a dull moment with kids, is it? Glad it wasn't anything more serious.
ReplyDeletewell, sometimes the best remedy for an injury is a good laugh.
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My mom used to roll up the window....with my three-year-old hands in them! Ice!
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