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A Tale of Personal Stupidity
I knew the moment that I led go of the sled that I had made the wrong decision. Sweet boy #3 had been pointing at his big brother’s sled, making sad little puppy noises and longing to join them. And in a moment of weakness I placed him behind sweet boy #2 and pushed them down the hill. This was the hill that the hunky hubby won’t let them sled on, because although the slope is mild there are trees.
The boys had been sledding for some time with no mishaps. No one had been even mildly hurt. But of course, as soon as my tiny sweet boy #3 was placed on the sled, they hit a tree. Can you tell that I am less than thrilled with myself? That I am horrified that the hunky hubby ended up being more cautious than I on the occasion that counted? Sweet boy #3 had scrapes on his forehead and nose and two small bumps on his head. I cleaned his wounds, checked that his eyes were dilating and contracting properly, made sure that he could track an object moving across his vision, called my mom (a nurse), watched his breathing during nap time…up…down…up…down, and cried. He was absolutely fine. But heed this cautionary tale. Once in awhile, their Daddy is right. Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!
