This week I was injured while walking through my living room…why? There was an epic sword fight going on. A sword fight between my three boys and one of our counselors ‘Merica. Just one of the hazards of motherhood, Nerf sword injury.
I was visiting Grammy’s house and looked out on the porch to see Sweet Boy#3 running around the porch wielding an open pocket knife that he had found. Aaaaaahhhhh! I saved him just in time and forced him to give The Hunky Hubby his knife back.
But the winner this week…
I allowed Sweet Boy#1 to carefully sharpen a marshmallow stick over the garbage can. Later, after I confiscated the pocket knife and told him “No” he could not sharpen anything else while all 3 boys and the 3 cousins were rampaging, he was playing with his newly sharpened stick…and accidentally stabbed himself in that soft place right under his chin. I walked into the room at camp and saw all three boys and cousins playing happily, except that Sweet Boy#1 was holding his hand over his chin as he played. He came over to me and mentioned that his neck was bothering him. I was horrified to look and see that blood was seeping out between his fingers. First Aid revealed a nasty puncture wound at least 1/2 an inch deep. Thankfully it didn’t go all the way through his jaw and is healing up nicely. But isn’t your child being impaled on a rogue marshmallow stick just one of those terrible mother fears? And not ungrounded I discovered. Yes, there is a reason your mother always told you not to run (or in our case not to nod) with sharp objects. It is called accidental impalement.