My spies tell me Chloe (my 3 year old) fell off the bus yesterday.
It was bound to happen and I was surprisingly calm when processing the news.
There are conflicting reports; one source describes a scenario where she fell off the bus…sorry, “allegedly” fell off the bus where another says she fell after disembarking from the bus but close enough to the vehicle, you could say she fell (allegedly fell) off the bus as technically she was not on the bus at the time of the incident.
I did not receive a call home in the morning and didn’t hear about the alleged fall (or push!) until the afternoon pick-up which tells me the injuries she sustained weren’t life threatening but it does likely mean she’s been introduced to the old “trip to the office for ice.”
Once you’ve gone for ice the first time, there’s no going back. The kids start to crave it. I think every day in the month of June one of my kids went to the office for ice. If not for themselves, they were the special helper applying it to a friend. If one of my kids caught wind of someone tripping they would make a mad dash across the school property to be the first on scene and therefore the first to hold the cold pack like some badge of honour.
I hate to admit I think my kids spend only half of their school day paying attention to teachers and the other half orchestrating a complex series of falls that might warrant a trip to the office. They might have even used their new found knowledge of colour mixing to whip up some believable/artistic bruises. I’m not proud of myself for thinking this way,I’ve just seen a couple of interesting face cloth smears that support my theory. Lab results should take a few more days.
Such a simple, magical concept that seems to fix all of their honey-boo-boos.
I took a closer look at Chloe’s knees when I saw her skipping up the hall (after picking up the backpack she threw at my feet like she was slinging a tuna off a fishing boat) and ran to the park to play.
It appeared she had some new scabs replacing older scabs that had replaced yet older scabs and a really old Perry the Platypus Band-Aid that had permanently adhered itself to her skin, but nothing requiring any immediate attention.
Go ahead and ban buses.
Just not the ice.
