So last night, we were testing Baby Munkey in his new Jeep Powerwheel car. He was having a little trouble, since the dang thing bolts like a possessed horse when you step on the pedal. So I was reaching down, trying to figure out if there was a reduced speed gear to put it in. As I reach, someone yelled "punch it Chewie!" and he did. Across my foot. It sounded a little like this:
"Whirr"
"crunch"
"Eeeek"
Followed by 10 minutes of me laughing uncontrollably because I knew screaming would make the baby go ballistic. My foot was purplish and swollen. It hurt.
Today I see the doctor, only to be told that its really just a bad sprain and deep tissue bruise. Thank Jeebus. I did not like the idea of another cast, or missing the swimming pool time I could have.
So yes, I am limping because my son ran over me with his Jeep.
Laugh it up, fuzzball.
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2 comments:
Tee hee!
I'm glad your foot isn't broken, since a cast right now would truly have much suckitude. You have to admit,though, it is a pretty funny story! ;)
So are you saying that you got the green out of the pool? Or you're just going to add a little black and blue?
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