If I Were A Bird, I Could Fly To The Store...

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Yesterday, Mister Man was putting his library books back on the bookshelf where they belong and generally helping me clean up the playroom. Unfortunately, he tripped slightly over the kiddy jumper and stubbed his toe.

I was on the floor about six feet away buried under small pieces of toys that I was trying to sort, and really... it was a stubbed toe, something he unfortunately someday needs to learn to be able to shake off. He immediately lifted his foot off the ground and made the face where he's about to cry.

Hey Mister, c'mon over here, and I'll take a look at your toe.

All I got was a head shake in return.

Remember what I told you before? For something like this, the more you use it, the more blood will go to the area and make it feel better.

Another head shake.

Sweet Pea, come over here if you want me to help you with it.

He started hopping on one foot, something he's really not yet coordinated enough to do, especially not with half a room between us.

My husband piped up then, Just do it like you did when doing the swim test the other day. Remember when you were tired but you found a way to do it even though it was really hard? You just took a deep breath and swam anyway.

Mister Man looked at my husband with a very puzzled look on his face. But Daddy, I'm not in water. How can I possibly swim to you?

Yep, that's my boy... the smartest little kid I know, but sometimes ohhhh sometimes he cracks me up with the things that fly right over his head.

PS He was fine. We got him to play-swim over, and he was fine by the time he reached me. As I figured he would be.