Tuesday night the kids were all at Kung Fu and I was trying to get all the pre- Christmas everything finished in that brief no kid 90 minutes when in they walked 25 minutes early.
I yelled down the stairs "why are you here already"
X said with great emotion (not sure what emotion exactly- it was kind of a mix of awe, excitement, worry and pride)
"A broke his foot at Kung Fu"
I come down to see B helping A into the house and everyone was telling me all about the blood on the training room floor and things cracking and everything-
all at the same time.
So I assumed that it happened DURING A's class-
well you know what happens when you assume...
Fast forward to the next day when I am talking to a mom whose kids are in class with D and X and she reveals the injury didn't happen in class but while the big kids were messing around waiting for their class to start.
We told A just to tell folks it happened at Kung Fu and leave the specifics out.
But either way- he now has a broken toe and since the break is near a growth plate (in his toe- who knew?) he has to see an orthopedic surgeon next week and since it was an open wound on the less than sterile training room floor he is on an antibiotic that is, and I quote, "the nastiest thing ever"
It isn't slowing him down and he got a free pass for not doing his homework on Tuesday night.
1 comment:
OUCH! I have dealt with broken toes twice in my life: in high school (someone else's fault), and in 2008 (my own stoopid fault). It oughta be illegal for something so small to hurt so big -- but you're right, just say "broken in kung fu class" and leave it at that...!
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