Dance, dance, dance.
Around, around, around.
Lost in her own little world... there wouldn't even have to be any music. She would just dance.
Spinning like a ballerina was fantastic fun. Until the day she spun too much, slipped and fell on her face (on the hard tile floor!) and split her cute little chin wide open.
Then she became a little girl who screamed her head off.
True story!
I know... I was there.
It was an awful tragic moment, but luckily there is often a silver lining in tragic moments, and this was it for me:
Once the boys got a view of that gaping little chin, they began dropping like flies.
How was this a silver lining? I'm not really sure... but all I can say is, it provided some comic relief to a panicky situation.
First fly to drop... Reid.
He was helping me out with Lena... holding a cloth to her wound while I'm trying to get organized to get us to the doctor. But then he turns to me, all pale, and says... "Uhhh, I'm feeling dizzy...."
Reid has a history of fainting, so I knew this was not going to be good. I ordered him to lay down, and he walks away... slowly... and then he was tipping... tipping.... leaning and walking sideways... heading straight to crash into the wall. All the while I'm shouting "Reid, REID! Just lay down Reid! REID... just lay down on the couch."
Fortunately he made it to the couch, without actually passing out. PHEW!
Second fly... Conner.
He wasn't a fainting fly though. He was a nauseated fly.
"Ooooohhhh.... Mommy.... this is making my stomach hurt...." Then he grabs his stomach, and then grabs his throat, "It's hurting here too Mommy... ooooohhhh.... I don't feel good...." And then he flops down on the couch groaning like he's going to die.
My third fly... Jarom. He has been okay throughout it all. He just looked extremely worried. I'm starting to think he's the only one in this family that will ever have a future as a doctor.
At this point I am losing my patience, as humorous as it all is, and I demand that the kids:
"Pull yourselves together! Think of your sister!!! We need to get to the doctor, so buck up and be strong!"
We load up in the car, at which point I request that Jarom sit next to his sister in case she needs help with holding the cloth to her injury. This is the breaking point for him.
He turns pale, and begins to shake... "Wh-wh-what??? Sit and help her all the way?"
Okay.
So, to make a long story even longer...
We get to the doctor, he decides she shouldn't need stitches, and he glues and tapes her up like she's some kind of a scrapbook instead. She's happy, I'm happy, the boys are conscious, have regained their natural skin colour, and are happy.
So we skip off to McDonald's, since it was lunch time and we were in need of sugar and fat.
The one child who did not drop like a fly. She actually only cried
for a few moments after the hit, and was cool as a cucumber throughout
the remainder of the ordeal. The angel.
I can show you this picture because there is no blood, her nose is
clean and she has a freckle on her lip. Not that that has anything to
do with anything, but I thought you might like to know she has a
freckle on her lip.
We have a really great doctor, he is very good with children, and he
gave Lena TWO lollies (Aussie for candy!) for being so good, and he
gave the boys a lollie each, just because. (If he had known how they had been
freaking out at home, he might have re-thought those lollies).
So Lena just had to write him a letter. By the way, I bet you didn't know
this, but when you are a four year old girl, a picture just isn't a picture
unless it has a rainbow in it. There should always be a rainbow. It's four year old law.
And just so you know she is not some kind of
child genius... I told her how to spell those words.
THE END!