Son, some will know, broke his arm and is in plaster.
Others will know that he has Aspergers and is ten years old.
Why, when I know all these things, does it surprise me that he would wait until his father is away from home, to drop a penny down inside the plaster cast like its some sort of flaming slot machine? That he would veer between thinking its funny and thinking its dangerous, claiming he has no memory of doing it and then insisting its a penny, and making it set off his junior metal detector like its a party trick?
He has asked me for my eyebrow tweezers or a screwdriver - he feels he could extract the offending metal if he just had something to prod down the gap.
I am running out of padlocks and high places - God help me.
At least he has a hospital appointment coming up on Monday. A penny against sweaty, enclosed skin can't stain him green or give him blood poisoning between now and then;
can it?
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Oh lordy, the stuff that goes on in your house! Thank goodness you can laugh about it a bit.
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Of course not! He'll be fine!
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And if it DOES turn him green, might he not be chuffed by the whole similarity to the Incredible Hulk? :).
All boys his age saw the plaster off on the third day. It's a law or something. Apparently you've got the hacksaw locked away.
A little patina on the skin will do no harm.
Now, for my English lesson. Why does "plaster" mean both "bandage" and "cast"? And is it good to be chuffed? Should I want to be chuffed, or should I avoid it?
I've got to jog back down to the other post -- I'm bound to have more English questions.
yeh, well, when I went to have the cast removed form my ankle the nurse and I had to have a conversation about the "half a plastic Archers cocktail stirrer" she found down there .... so, can I plead the fifth and plenty of sympathy for you?
Heeeeee, you COULDN’T make this stuff up.
My daughter broke her leg, right before she was to go away to a fine arts academy for singing and DANCING.
She was to stay on the campus for two weeks, with no contact from the outside world, hobbling around on that cast, she was told NOT to get it wet.
On the third day she called me.
Daughter: “Momma?”
Me: “Yes?”
Daughter: “Momma, you gotta help me, this cast is irritating the crap out a me, and it STINKS.”
Me: “Did you get it wet?”
Daughter: “Of course I got it wet, I’ve gotta bathe.”
She had to be fitted for a cast that could be removed, the little twit.
My kids would have shoved my bank card down there...Anything over ten cents, and I'd probably have gone in after it myself.
*What is it with kids and sticking things where they don't belong? My husband and I knew it was fate when we both confessed to sticking soybeans in our ears as children. I do not remember WHY I did this...just the chuckling doctor when showed the tweezed object to my livid mother.
who knows what he'll gain on "interest" in the intervening period :P
don't worry, humanity's faced more severe challenges recently ;-)
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