We’ve heard blood curling screams following a big loud crash enough from the boys that we don’t tend to overreact anymore, but something in the scream this morning sounded a little more convincing. All three boys have been wearing their brand new Crocs around the house which they tend to do when they get new clothes or shoes. Tooling around in nothing but underwear and Crocs is a sight to behold.
So we’re eating breakfast, and Jake gets up to go to the bathroom. He takes off down the hall like he just broke through a gaping hole off-tackle and somewhere in between juking the wall and stiff-arming the door, his Croc stuck to the floor and he got tripped up and and landed chin first on top of the toilet. Loud crash followed immediately by horrific scream.
I wish I took the picture anyway, but he wasn’t interested in documenting the gash for posterity. It was the shape of a football and as deep a wound as I’ve ever seen. I’m pretty sure I could see his chin bone through the blood. After sending Braden and Logan to the neighbor’s to play, we took a trip to the emergency room. An hour and a half and 9 stitches later, we’re back to getting ready for our baseball game.
This isn’t the first time we’ve had issues where running with Crocs on has produced a boy-on-floor scenario, but is the first time where a toilet got in the way. I guess toilets are a lot like middle linebackers – you’re better off avoiding them than trying to take them head on.
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