Last weekend we went to the lake to meet some friends. It was rainy and cold Sunday, so we went to a kids’ science museum about an hour away. We had only been there about 30 minutes when Colin fell and hit his head. He was on a little plastic rocking horse in the toddlers’ area and I took a few steps back to take his picture. Zoe saw him, ran over, and yelled, “Rock, rock, rock!” as she jerked on the horse. Colin lost his balance and fell over on his head. He cried for a few minutes, but seemed to recover quickly. Still, he had a lump, and there was a very loud thud when he hit the floor, so I decided we should head to the ER. He was fine, but I felt better having had him checked out.
He was a complete ham at the ER. He charmed everyone from the waiting area to the exam room. Christian stayed at the museum with Noah and Zoe and our friends, so he kept the camera. I took these pictures with my Blackberry. Looks like he feels OK, huh?
I was thinking about it later, and realized that Zoe is the only one now who has managed to avoid an ER visit. How is it that my little maniac is the one who never gets hurt?