Six-year-old Colleen was riding piggy back on a friend (a fellow six-year-old, we’re not talking giants) when she fell on into the grass and hurt her arm. Neighbors brought her home crying.
Mommy said, “I’ll get you some ice and you can snuggle with me until you feel better.”
Daddy said, “I think she needs to go to the ER.”
Good thing Colleen has two parents. She broke the radial bone in her right arm. Motherly instinct my butt.
After three weeks in a full arm cast, two and a half more in a half cast, Colleen was free! For 12 days. When she tripped over her feet and fell in the grass. And hurt her arm. Neighbors brought her home crying. Sound familiar?
This time, Mommy skipped the ice and went to the ER. Broken again. Four more weeks in a full arm cast.
So I ask you, after all that has happened in the grass, is it so unreasonable to recommend Colleen play in the street?
A side note to Tommy: I apologize. Had I known Colleen would break her arm twice in two months, I would have bet big money you would have been involved. Maybe next time.