It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of good parenting, it was the age of... bad parenting. Consider the following true stories:
The good mommy's story: When her son fell off the couch, she took him to the doctor THE VERY NEXT DAY when he seemed to be favoring one arm. Fortunately, after a thorough examination, the doctor said her son was just fine.
The bad mommy's story: When my son fell off the neighbor's couch, he told me what happened and then said his arm hurt. "Oh, you're fine," I said. The next day he said his arm still hurt, so I wrapped it in an Ace bandage and said, "You'll be fine." TWO DAYS later when he said his arm STILL hurt, I reluctantly volunteered my husband to take my son to the doctor, where said son was diagnosed with a wrist fracture and told he needed a cast. Hopefully he'll be fine.
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Hmmm... first the teeth, now the wrist? You might not want to post these things, otherwise child protection services might pay you a visit.
That thought has crossed my mind. But there are moments when I think that might be a welcome breather for me...
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