Okay, technically, things went bump in the early evening. That’s when my oldest son and my youngest son had a collision involving a pink doll stroller. In the aftermath of the pile-up, my two year old was in tears. Since this kind of thing happens a hundred times a day around here, I didn’t think much of it. I hugged my toddler, kissed his boo-boo, dried his tears, and…didn’t realize he had just fractured his foot.
I promise I’m not usually this slow on the up-take. But this time, it took a 2:30 a.m. trip to the emergency room to figure out the problem. Four bleary-eyed hours later I tucked him back into bed, splinted and sleeping soundly.
On the bright side, I had a great excuse to take a nap today and Mark is back to his usual self. In fact, I caught him somersaulting backwards off the couch this afternoon. I know, I know. This kid is hazardous to his own health. But I’ve decided things-that-go-bump-in-the-day are my husband’s responsibility. At least for today.