Being true American kids, their very first experience was to climb one of the several trees we have on the property. It has become a daily occurence. In fact, Makenna has found a spot for writing in her journal and sketching for art class.
Of course, the downfall to a great tree to climb is, well, the down fall, which Jack experienced yesterday. He took a short tumble out of a fir tree and hit the ground yelling. By the time he made it back to the house he insisted he was fine, but the tell-tale lump on his collar bone suggested otherwise.
After a short and extremely pleasant trip to the Dayton Children’s Urgent Care in Springboro (thanks, again, for the popsicles, ladies!!) we had confirmed a hairline fracture of his collar bone. Not a major injury, thankfully, but one that requires a sling on his arm for a few weeks.
Today, I gave Jack the rules about recess, waiting for the bus and any other hidden dangers I could think of where he might cause further injury. I also gave Dylan a lecture about taking care of his brother – things like opening doors and holding his book bag.
Dylan’s main concern, “Do I have to button his pants in the bathroom?”
Jack’s response, “Dude, you just have to be my bodyguard.”
I will always love them…