The boy had his first trip to casualty this morning.
Fer chrissake. He was tottering about at the top of the stairs, just stepping down to the first step. Kim was behind him, moving around him to get beneath him. As I’ve warned him a million times, he wasn’t paying attention, didn’t have both hands on the bannisters, and his foot slipped down the step. This must have pulled his hand off the rail, and he started to fall. Kim grabbed his arm but he was already going and he slipped and tumbled down the stairs. Bounce, thunk, bounce, thud, bounce, clump, bounce, crash, at the stairgate.
Kim was freaked out and had to get a friend to help her “get it together” and take Jack to casualty at the Heath Hospital (UWCM). Jack was OK, with minor bruises on his head and a carpet graze on his nose, and probably recovered and got over it before Kim had even calmed down. He showed me his head when I got home and put his hand on it and said, “bump!” so I guess he’s not traumatised by the whole thing. Talk about getting back on the horse – he was trying to climb down the stairs again after I bathed him. He’s a thrill seeker, I tell ya.
