Thursday, December 18, 2008

Bruised heads and egos

Yesterday afternoon Walker called me at work and very calmly told me, "Daddy, Anderson bumped his head on the toy box and it's kind of an emergency so Grandma's coming over to look at it because she's a nurse so she can tell mommy if she needs to take him to the doctor to get his boo boo fixed. He took 10 or 15 steps and that's why he hit his head. Mommy just wanted you to know."

Turned out to be an accurate story. Anderson split his head open near his right eyebrow. They butterfly stitched it and he forgot all about it. That should be his first of many many scars. Oh, wait, his second. He also broke the glass jar that held one of Carla's candles and cut his finger on that.

Carla, trying to explain to Ellie why one little girl in her class needs a teachers' aid: Well, her brain's just a little bit different and she needs someone to help her.
Ellie: Why is she a little bit different?
Carla: That's just he way God made her.
Ellie: Oh, like Daddy. He's a little bit different.
Carla, through tears of laughter: Oh, yeah? Why's that, Ellie?
Ellie: Well, that's just the way God made him. The other day when we were putting Anderson to bed, he thought he had a frog in his throat.

Oh, that reminds me, the other day Ellie told me her throat hurt (not because it hurt but because Walker had just gotten over his sore throat) and I told her to let me look at it. She said OK and pulled her shirt up to her chin.

1 comment:

kay said...

Walker does a much better job then me. Right Kurt? Good job buddy!