The Best Male Lead in a Disaster Film

sprained ankle…

Translated…

As he’d just turned a month old, don’t know how, but he’d, fallen from his crib to the floor, his older brother saw him first, he’d immediately told his mom who was on the phone, their mother slammed down the phone, rushed to the bedroom, to carry him, with big round eyes, but not crying child.  That very night, his mother never slept a wink, because every half an hour, she’d needed to, make sure that he didn’t have signs of concussion.

He’d started walking in the car now, he’d made babyish sounds, as he slid next to his father, his father was having a conversation with his uncle, didn’t pay attention to him, who was close by, then, “BANG!”, followed by the sounding of that shrilling cry, he’d fallen down the stair, with the walking car, as his dad fished him up, and saw how bruised he’d become, all the adults felt really bad about it.

Before school, he’d started learning to cut up papers with a pair of scissors, and, he’d not watched where he was cutting then, he was, howling out in pain, his mom found blood, coming out of his index finger, and was so shocked that she’d become, dumbfounded, the dad recalled how there was still half a bottle of Yunnan Bai Yao at home, he’d poured half of the bottle onto his hand, and stopped the bleeding.

In physical education during his kindergarten year, the teacher taught them to do cartwheels.  As he’d come home from kindergarten, he’d told his mom, “Neck hurt, can’t turn my head”.  And, as his dad felt his neck, he’d found, that the muscles around the neck was very stiff, the father took him to ask the teacher how he’d twisted it, then, rushed to the hospital, to the E.R., and after the doctor told the parents that it was no big deal, they’d relaxed, and he, wore the neck support, for a couple of days.

When he was in the first grade, he was playing on the slide in the courtyard, not long thereafter, he’d run home, his mom asked, “Home so soon?”, he’d let out a sharp cry, “My foot was stung by a steel wire!”, his mom sat him, who’d become, white as a ghost down, rubbed some antiseptic ointment onto his wounds, told him, “See, it’s just a small cut, no big deal!”, and very shortly thereafter, the sound of him laughing and playing came from downstairs.

In the sixth grade, he was playing with the youngest son of a neighbor in the courtyard of the community, and, half an hour later, he’d run home, all wet, “We were playing cops and robber by the slides, and, someone poured a bucket of water from upstairs”, and, of that group of children, such a coincidence, he was, the only one who got wet.

Last night, he’d gotten an idea, used the wooden panel of the bunkbeds to hold is iPad to watch cartoon in bed, and all of a sudden, the iPad came down, and it’d, hit the ridge of his nose, he ran out, with blood coming from his face, his parents panickily rushed him to the E.R., and he got EIGHT stitches on his nose!
here’s a chart!!!

And, all of it, were my youngest son’s more memorable disasters, and, I’d neglected to mention all the other minor ones, he can be voted as, the best male lead in a disaster film.

And, my dearest son, although mom’s bravery was increased over the years, but, do take good care of yourself, we’re older now, and can no longer afford to get scared like this too much!

So, maybe it’s just, PURE bad luck, that this kid had his share of misfortunes, getting injured in his life, but, that must’ve added some interesting experiences in his life, and his parents had, documented every single moment of it…