I am getting no cooperation from my peep. So I will taunt you with New Yorker Magazine jokes. Wow. That's really small! But the one above has a bit of potential. Bob, you awake?
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I'm awake now Blottie.
You could have at least told us what the caption under the tiny one says. Now I'll just have to use my imagination. We all know how dangerous that is!!!!!
I almost had a heart attack Saturday night. One of the neigbor kids ran over Forrest with his motorbike and he came running, screaming into the house. I don't think I have ever removed my ass from the couch as fast as I did last night when I saw my child running into the house with his face covered in blood. He was howling histerically, and it took several minutes to get him calmed down enough to tell us what happened. He had a puncture wound and a nice knott on his left temple and I was quite worried, and furious at the same time. He also had two puncture wounds accompanied with two huge knotts on his left shin. After cleaning the blood and hold cold compresses on his leg and temple, I calmed down enough to telephone the parents of the child that ran over him. I managed to tell the parents that I best NEVER see the child on the bike near my house again or I would be calling the police. The boy is entirely too young (he's 6) to be riding a motorbike unsupervised around the neighborhood anyway. I do believe I was quite rude. Moments later the boy and his dad came to the house to check on Forrest. Luckily, Harvey had calmed me down enough to where I was a bit more civil. The boy was bawling. He was afraid that he had really hurt Forrest. It is the one pictured in the post below. He's a very good friend of theirs, and I know he didn't do it on purpose. I apologized for calling them when I was angry, but the dad said he completely understood. I told him a parent get's a bit histerical when she see's her child come into the house screaming and his face is covered with blood. But Forrest is fine. He will have a few bruises for awhile, and we will be keeping a close eye on the puncture wounds to make sure they don't get infected, but it could have been much, much worse.
Um...holy crap, Cece! Here I was going to leave my snarky comment and was blindsided...YES I know that feeling and thank goodness Forrest is okay.
The mother of the species is truly the fiercest. We gotta be.
Cece, I'm glad Forrest is fine. Cool name. ;)
Suzanne, I just noticed you have the same birthday as my dad (who's also a mechanical engineer!)
Reyjr,
We engineers gotta stick together. Oh right, I'm not an engineer, but I may be bordering on dilusional! Ha!
Don't worry about Forrest all of you. I talked to Cece today and the kid survived being run over by his 6 year old "best" friend. However, he does have some "knots." I assume that means "bumps!" Only in Arkansas. A 6 year old on a motorcycle. I asked Cece, "How is that possible?" She informed me his family races motorcycles. So basically the wee one has the will, just not the ability.
Cece has suggested I move to Arkansas. She's so special, isn't she!? Can you see me in a state that still flies the confederate flag and allows 6 years olds to operate a freakin' motor vehicle? God I love that woman!!! And Arkansas, "Hey, the war's over. The North won!"
;)
OMFG--poor Cece. Glad to hear the little one's okay, and to what you said Megan, yup, we're the fiercest when our little one's are hurt either physically or emotionally, right? Oof I wouldn't wanna tangle with any mother with her blood pumped up...
xo to you Cece
Yeah, and the other "Folk Lore" about Arkansas is that we all run around barefoot and pregnant. But I always wear New Balance Tennis shoes. Even with my dress clothes!
When I was in high school, I pronounced the last "s" in Arkansas and some other kids made fun of me. Boo!
Who the hell took that last "s" out anyway?! Crazy Americans... :p haha.
That's "Folk Lore?! (Oh Cece, you know I love to have fun with you!)
And Reyjr, you poor, poor kid. I keep trying to pronounce Arkansas with an "s" at the end. That's just too funny.
Megan and Leah, don't worry "Mommy" relaxed and forgave the wacky little driver and his parents after a coule six-packs. Well, that's not true, she only forgave the driver. Okay, it's also true she doesn't drink six-packs. I lied, but in my defense, I know FOR SURE she likes that sort of thing on a guy! (Don't we all baby.)
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