....so on Sunday we had a wonderful morning of tobogganing on the many feet of snow we've had this winter. No helmets, crazy carpets and big, big hills. Bruiser fell out of the baby sled twice and landed face first in the snow, and then shouted for more. Clever Monkey wept and whined as I made him pull his own sled back up the big, big hill (see me smirking here)
and then we went for lunch, and Bruiser was sitting on a chair in the cafe and fell off. And hit his head on the window sill. And had to be crazy glued back together in the emergency room (thank you, socialized medicine)...
And I thought this was kindof funny because his brother has a scar in exactly the same spot. So I said that they could activate their super powers by pressing their scars together. Forgot to mention that he needed to wait until his brother's head had healed.... screaming... and not just from Bruiser...
Oh, and if the emergency room staff had asked any more pointed questions about his cut forehead, old goose egg and fading black eye... I might have been entertaining CAS (our child protective services organization) this week. So, thanks, clutzy toddler!
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my brother was so accident prone as a kid, my parents actually did get questioned by social services...
At least they didn't try to activate their powers before the superglue dried.
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