Sunday, February 10, 2008

Actor

The boy got the tiny cut on his foot from playing with the door. It's really quite a superficial cut, less than 1 cm long but he made a big deal out of it, frustrating the big one who told him if he continued to rub his foot on the bathroom mat, it'd rot and fall off.

I took a look and wasn't sure if there was anything embedded in the cut so we carried him to the living room to have a better look under stronger lighting. That's made him so worried, the tears flowed non-stop.

Cut to this morning: The boy woke up and began walking around. I asked if his foot was ok. He looked at me, looked at his foot, peeled the plaster off and declared that it was too painful to walk on that leg and started crawling instead.

Cut to breakfast: He was dilly-dallying with his breakfast and crawled away from it. The big one told him he's going to wash his breakfast down the sink and he made a run for it. On both feet.

Cut to now: He's whimpering "Ouch... ouch!!"

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