I enjoyed that little debate with Ashley. Anyone else want to chime in?
Moving on then:
Hannah somehow managed to slam her finger in the car door yesterday as she was closing it. Don't ask me how. She's five, which I suppose is enough of an explanation. I was reaching into the boot when I heard her scream. I knew immediately what she'd done so amidst the howling, I dropped everything and ran to open the door.
I scooped her up and ran inside with her, leaving the bags for the thieves to help themselves. I sat her on my lap and examined the finger.
"Wiggle it, Hannah," I said.
"I CAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T. It's TOOOO SORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE."
"I think it's broken," I whispered to my dad, who, luckily, had decided to hang around.
He shook his head no. I wasn't so sure. I rushed to the kitchen to fetch some ice. I must have looked a little unhinged as I slammed the ice blocks on the counter in an attempt to crush them.
"Do you want some juice, Hannah?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
"It'll make you feel better," I pressed.
She nodded mutely.
We sat on the couch, her pressing the ice pack to her finger, while I allowed her sips of juice.
Meanwhile, James was looking a little lonely.
"You know, Mom," he ventured. "I think there's something really wrong with my ankle."
"Oh yes?" I offered distractedly.
"Yes," he said, eyes brimming, "whenever I run, it gives in."
"Ah," I managed.
Not willing to be left out of the action, Jonah was urgently trying to get my attention: "Hannah cryin'" he urged. Admittedly, I wasn't taking much notice, which must have distressed him. As he walked away, he tripped. He didn't actually fall over, just lurched forward a bit, but it brought on a flood of tears. My dad came to the rescue when he picked him up and took him outside.
"Can you wiggle your finger now, Hannah?"
One little finger tentatively moved up and down.
One finger not broken + one hypochondriac son + and one distressed toddler = one unhinged mother.
Just another day at the Dunlops.
unhinged mother? never!!!
Posted by: angel | June 27, 2008 at 08:39 PM
That is exactly how it works, isn't it? They are all trying to get the attention. I think every family needs a hypochodriac. In ours? That would be me!
Posted by: Anglophile Football Fanatic | June 27, 2008 at 09:46 PM
LOL, it sounds like my household!
Posted by: Jenty | June 28, 2008 at 11:59 AM