Toe Trouble

There was a a crisis at our house (at least in a 4th graders eyes) last night. Jake was, well, being Jake and somehow managed to break his right big toe. I don't even know how he did it. He was being crazy after supper. Came into the living room doing something one might call a dance and then he was on the floor. He picked himself up and sat in the chair and said that his toe hurt. At first I figured he stubbed it really bad, but them we noticed that is was quickly turning purple and swelling. Now a broken toe in the grand scheme of things in the life of this child is nothing. We can totally deal with that. After all we have already survived major infection in the fatty tissue of the eye, a second degree burn to the hand that had to be wrapped three times a day for a week so he did not have to have skin grafts, a concussion where his eyes rolled back in his head, and a broken leg that required him to wear a cast and use a wheel chair for 8 weeks. Sigh! Lets also not forget the habeneros he decided to eat straight out of our garden and then sucked on a wash cloth for hours afterward at only 2 years of age. Yes, Nana our neighbor named him lucky for a reason. Well, this is a crisis because for the last two weeks he has been working toward winning the Presidential Physical Fitness Award. He has passed all the skill requirements except for the mile. He ran the mile once and came in 6 seconds too late. The P.E. teacher decided to give him a second chance and guess when that was supposed to be? You got it! Today!! Guess that award is going to slip through his fingers this year. He is totally bummed. Poor guy. He is an accident waiting to happen. People ask me how I can be so calm when my kids get hurt. Well, all you need to do is look at the list above. If I panicked everytime this child hurt himself I would be in the loony bin!