Superman...

From the time that he was a tiny baby, Will has had A LOT of rambunctious energy. His pain tolerance is high and his courage meter is even bigger. He has busted his face, fractured his foot, and had surgery to repair a hernia---all of which he got from jumping off of things.

Today, I picked up his friend Madi so they could play. They headed off to Will's room to play in "The Fort." I explicitly warned him to stay off the top bunk. He didn't listen. Within minutes, he fell, landing face first on the hardwood floor.

When I made it to him, he lay in a heap on the floor. As I got him up, blood poured from his face. To my credit, I didn't panic. I scooped him up, grabbed the ice and called my sister. Chrissy instructed triage over the phone while I calmed him down enough to call the pediatrician. After debate about ER vs. Drs office, we settled on Doctor.

We were seeing another doctor in the practice today, to whom he was proudly showing off his swollen wrist and nose. As she examined his face she said, "Will, how did you manage to fall off the bed?" He said, "Well, I was in the bed with my girlfriend." Stunned by his 3 year old candor, she said "You have a girlfriend?" "Yep. Her name is Madi. And we were in bed on the top bunk." Nice. They took scans of the face, checked all of his vitals, and then she wanted him to do a couple of tests. She said, "Look right here at the parrot on my shoulder." "Um, Lady, you don't have a parrot on your shoulder." She told him to hop up and down. He said he didn't want to. So I got up and began to hop up and down. He didn't move. "How about hop on one foot?" I hop on one foot. Will is like a statue. So then she opens the door and asks him to run down the hall. He said, "I broke my nose, not my foot." Fair enough. Then his regular pediatrician came in to check on him. She said, "Will, did your mom ever tell you that you aren't Superman? You keep trying to give me and your mom heart attacks." His response (which he also told his Dad earlier), "I wouldn't have fallen on my face if I woulda had a rope." Great, Tarzan.

Luckily, he didn't break his nose. It is just very bruised, he has two large bumps on his head, and a slightly sprained wrist. We went by the pharmacy to get some ibuprofen and he tried to con me out of a half gallon of ice cream that cost nearly $7. When I refused he waved at his face and said, "But Mom, I have an injury." Of course. As soon as we got home, he decided that he was suddenly well enough to go swimming. So on goes his bathing suit, he takes two jumps on the side of the pool and does a "Helicopter" into the water. He played for 2 hours like his nose wasn't the size of Pinnochio's. 10 minutes after he got out of the pool, guess where I found him? Yep, that's right, dangling off the top bunk! Superman obviously didn't learn his lesson at all. His Dad and I are in the process of taking the bunk beds a part. It was either that or buy him a cape!