Today is my Grumpy's birthday. To honor this special occasion, I'm going to publish my first story about him. I can't believe a year has gone by already!
When my second-born, Grumpy, was two years old, he watched The Land Before Time. I didn't know how much he loved that movie until one time I put in the video for him and his brother and he rushed to the couch as fast as his little legs could go in order to watch with total absorption. Since then, he and his brothers have watched every movie in the series. They love to make scary, dinosaur sounds and crawl on all fours at the same time. They are all dinosaur crazy, but Grumpy particularly. He is also my drama king. My seven-year old is usually screaming or crying about something so I don't drop whatever I'm doing to see what the problem is right away. His older brother loves to torture him by saying or doing something that bothers Grumpy tremendously. One day last fall, Grumpy starts crying about something upstairs. I am busy doing something and I don't feel like being interrupted when I say in a bored voice, "What's wrong?" not caring if he could hear me or not. When his crying doesn't stop and only gets louder, I finally walk upstairs to resolve another brotherly dispute. What I saw made me scream. There was blood all over my boy's hands and feet and all over the carpet. There he was sitting on the floor holding his foot with tears running down his cheeks. I immediately felt like the worst mom in the world. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him to the sink which was no small feat. I made him sit on the counter and stick his foot in cool water all the while listening to his screaming and trying to calm him down. When I got a good look at his toe, I felt my gorge rise. I could see fatty tissue and that's all I needed to see before I run down the stairs and call my husband. Thank God for cell phones. I said, "Please tell me you are on your way home!" He said he was and I informed him of the latest escapade. Grumpy told me that he had stepped on the filing cabinet in their room. I didn't understand until I saw that the bottom drawer had been pulled out and there was a metal piece sticking up on the end. You can bet that the filing cabinet will never see the light of day again. When my husband got home a few minutes later, I took my son to the ER. They gave him a topical ointment to numb the toe, but he still had to get a shot. Because of the ointment, the shot didn't hurt as much as it would have, but my Grumpy still cried. I felt his pain as I comforted him and told him he was my brave boy. While the doctor was putting stitches in, he asked Grumpy what he had stepped on. My dinosaur lover said, "I stepped on a sharptooth!"
When my second-born, Grumpy, was two years old, he watched The Land Before Time. I didn't know how much he loved that movie until one time I put in the video for him and his brother and he rushed to the couch as fast as his little legs could go in order to watch with total absorption. Since then, he and his brothers have watched every movie in the series. They love to make scary, dinosaur sounds and crawl on all fours at the same time. They are all dinosaur crazy, but Grumpy particularly. He is also my drama king. My seven-year old is usually screaming or crying about something so I don't drop whatever I'm doing to see what the problem is right away. His older brother loves to torture him by saying or doing something that bothers Grumpy tremendously. One day last fall, Grumpy starts crying about something upstairs. I am busy doing something and I don't feel like being interrupted when I say in a bored voice, "What's wrong?" not caring if he could hear me or not. When his crying doesn't stop and only gets louder, I finally walk upstairs to resolve another brotherly dispute. What I saw made me scream. There was blood all over my boy's hands and feet and all over the carpet. There he was sitting on the floor holding his foot with tears running down his cheeks. I immediately felt like the worst mom in the world. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him to the sink which was no small feat. I made him sit on the counter and stick his foot in cool water all the while listening to his screaming and trying to calm him down. When I got a good look at his toe, I felt my gorge rise. I could see fatty tissue and that's all I needed to see before I run down the stairs and call my husband. Thank God for cell phones. I said, "Please tell me you are on your way home!" He said he was and I informed him of the latest escapade. Grumpy told me that he had stepped on the filing cabinet in their room. I didn't understand until I saw that the bottom drawer had been pulled out and there was a metal piece sticking up on the end. You can bet that the filing cabinet will never see the light of day again. When my husband got home a few minutes later, I took my son to the ER. They gave him a topical ointment to numb the toe, but he still had to get a shot. Because of the ointment, the shot didn't hurt as much as it would have, but my Grumpy still cried. I felt his pain as I comforted him and told him he was my brave boy. While the doctor was putting stitches in, he asked Grumpy what he had stepped on. My dinosaur lover said, "I stepped on a sharptooth!"
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