To quote Prince John from Disney’s Robin Hood, ‘forgive me a cruel chuckle.’
We ended up in the emergency department on the last night of our four day holiday to the Gold Coast. I should start reviewing them on TripAdviser.
“Do you think I’ll need a needle?” Master9 asked me as we drove to a 24 hour medical which, an hour later, told us to go to the hospital.
My worried little man was asking anyone who’d listen if they thought he’d get a jab. Everyone from the doctors and nurses, through to the receptionist who logged us in and the security guards we ran into between the car park and the hospital entrance. Fortunately, they all assured him it would probably be fine, but he didn’t really relax about that until we were walking back to our car at 1.30 in the morning.
And a fear of needles is just one of the many phobias I appear to have successfully passed onto my son, as you’ll see from the brief video below.
Actually, if I confess I rather enjoyed my son breaking his finger, does that make me a bad parent? The two of us got to spend the five or six hours we were waiting for doctors chatting and niggling and laughing and giggling, playing games on the iPhone. It was all rather fun.
But enough from me. This post, instead of me retelling the story, I’ve decided to let Master9 do the talking. With the marvel of modern technology (and a wife who can do in an hour what it would take me a day) I’ll let him tell you in his own words what happened on this ill fated trip…
And that’s how he broke his finger – fast walking because he wasn’t allowed to run.
Also, having heard myself laughing in this video, perhaps I should take a liberty with the Prince John quote and change it to ‘forgive me a rather pathetic sounding chuckle’. It’s more accurate 🙂
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“Raising a family on little more than laughs.”