This morning was really rushed and frantic but since I didn't get around to taking a shower yesterday and James and I had a date with Pediatrician Man for a well check, I thought it would be OK to pop into the shower just long enough to wash my hair and face while everyone was happily watching TV or confined to an Exersaucer. I mean, two minutes! What's the worst that could happen, right?
After spending honest-to-goodness less than two minutes in the shower, I heard the hysterical screaming as I was towel-drying my hair.
Apparently "the worst that could happen" is that Charlie, through no fault of his own of course, managed to fly off the couch and land chin-first on the edge of the coffee table.
It took me some time to get this explanation out of him. The first ten-ish minutes were nothing but non-sensical angry screaming about how EVERYTHING HURTS! I FELL AND I HURT EVERYTHING as I cradled him in my lap dripping wet and wrapped in a towel.
He got over it fairly quickly, it's SCIENCE DAY at school after all.
We were in the car to school when I saw a thin brown line forming above his eyebrows and thought it might be a long, skinny bruise? From the edge of the table? But surely if that was where he hit there would have been blood, right? Then he finally told me he'd landed on his chin and sure enough there was a small, but angry-looking bruise there too. So I guess he really did hurt "everything". Poor kid. Also: heart palpitations because, YIKES!
I cheered him up by telling him that my dad, his grandpa, had flown off a couch in a very similar fashion when he was almost the same age and whacked his forehead on the very same table so hard he still has a scar to this day. Thank goodness we were able to avoid that for now.
On another note, I had to fill in a sheet for Charlie naming his favorite song and favorite book. His favorite song is "Mary had a Little Lamb", so I wrote that in then asked his favorite book. He told me his favorite book was the Bible. Which, great! Yay! He really does love reading his children's Bible before bed. The story of young David being chosen as king is his favorite.
But, really? "Mary had a Little Lamb" and "The Bible" kind of looks like I filled it out myself in an effort to look like totally awesome MOTY, you know? He knows all the words to "Tonight's Gonna be a Good Night" by the Black Eyed Peas for goodness sake! We are not The Duggars (although if I could have a tenth of that woman's patience and time-management skills I would happily call myself one)! Or maybe we are more of an offbeat, simple living, hippie, throwback family than I am willing to admit (as I suspect is probably the case).
So I said to him "Well, Sweetie, I think most people love to read the Bible and your teacher is trying to get a feel for what other types of books you like." I suggested a few that we read often and he chose Stuart Little. I was uneasy about the whole exchange and discretely brought it up to his teacher after I dropped him off.
"Oh, he LOVES to read the Children's Bible here! It's wonderful!"
His teacher = my teacher. I love her.
And then I felt like a jerk instead of merely looking like a jerk who filled in their kid's homework assignment.
Another another note: Kindergarten is a year away and I am starting to feel sad about it, which is not what I expected.