For Oscar as a boy, and us as parents, tonight has been what some would call a rite of passage. I would just call it awful.
We had been tickling and wrestling on our bed, waiting on daddy to get home so we could grill out, and blow bubbles outside. Oscar was laughing so hard that he stopped to take a breath, sighed, threw his whole body straight back (something he likes to do on the couch, and that we’ve tried breaking him of), and and hit his head on our nightstand. We were both very scared and motionless for a few seconds, before we both started crying. I called Greg and said “Hurry home, I think he needs stitches” click. Turns out I was wrong… he needed one staple.
I was crying, Greg was nearly throwing up, and Oscar was traumatized. And think… today was just the first day of summer. Oh the adventures we have to look forward to!