Boo Boo

Jake has had a fun weekend, but he hasn't been his most graceful. Friday night he managed to walk smack into the door frame, bonking his head. This morning, he did a face plant on the rocks by the driveway. He scraped himself up pretty good with that one.

Most of the time, Jake barely notices when he hurts himself. We've had issues at school where he comes home bruised or battered and we don't get a "boo boo" notice--and it's because unless the teachers see the cause, Jake rarely complains or tells them.

Today he cried a bit when he fell, and we went in and washed him off. I asked him if he needed a band-aid and he said no, just some "special cream" (Neosporin). And then he went about his day quite happily.

Tonight during his bath, I noticed that he really had scraped his arm. He noticed me looking. Once he saw his boo boo, he became very dramatic. "Oh, I need a band aid!" he said. I told him once he was dried off and in his pjs, we'd get him a band-aid and his "boo boo buddy" (a gel-filled ice pack that looks like one of the characters from the movie "Cars.")

While I was drying him, he kept saying anxiously, "I hope my pjs don't cover my angle!" Huh? His leg wasn't hurt, so I knew he wasn't talking about his ankle. He kept saying it and I kept not getting it until finally, in exasperation, he pointed to his elbow and said, "My angle, Mommy!"

Well, I guess it does make an angle when you bend it...

(Oh, and he got his band-aid and boo boo buddy. And short-sleeved pjs. All is well.)