Reilly vs. The Driveway
On Sunday, Reilly tried his hand at breaking concrete. With his forehead. That’s right - he was playing on the front porch, took a push toy down the stairs and onto his forehead on the concrete.
It was not a pretty sight.
We flew to the ER, scared the ever-loving crap out of everyone in the entire waiting room, channeled a little Shirley McLain a la Terms of Endearment in the hallway, won an award*, got some stiches, and went home. Under three hours, all told. When we got to the house, MR and I felt so terribly about the evening that we let him watch an entire movie.
Oye.
*The triage nurse told us we won the “Parents of the Day” Award. I thought she was being sarcastic - weren’t we supposed to be watching, etc. But she said we were calm and controlled, and she liked that. She said she also gives out a drama award, but we were not in the running.
