Our boys have been exploring gravity lately.
Charles has discovered that his parents thinks it’s cute when he falls off his tricycle. He’ll do it over and over. It’s tell when you can see him look over the side carefully for anything on the ground before he “falls” over on his side. Afterwards of course he announces “I fall down!”.
Corwin uses a more advanced technique. He was out on his bike Saturday when he took a bad spill. He came in screaming at the top of his lungs - I thought he’d done something serious. It turns out that he just scraped up both his elbows. They were hardly even bleeding and only about a half square inch on each side. He also banged up his lip a bit but it wasn’t bleeding. I slapped some bandaids on him and suggested perhaps wearing his elbow pads. I wondered about how much they actually hurt when, in the midst of an absolutely blood curdling scream he stopped, rolled up his pant leg, and in a completely normal tone of voice said “my knee is OK” before going back to screaming.
Corwin had mostly forgotten about the injuries by Sunday, or at least I didn’t hear anymore about them, which is a win for my bedside manner.