Mason got his cast off this past Monday. If you’ll recall, he broke it by falling off his Ripstik a day or two after Christmas. Even thought the doctor said it was okay to do so, Mason didn’t ride the Ripstik much when he had is cast on (he said the cast threw off his balance). Over the past few days he’s started riding it again.
Yesterday Susan and I thought it would be run to take Mason’s Ripstik up to his school and let him ride it across the playground on the way back to the car. Mason was excited when he saw it and immediately hopped on it. He was doing pretty good until we got to the big hill. Down he went, and then, down he went. The Ripstik slipped out from under him and I watched Mason’s head bounce off the pavement. He hit so hard that his shoe flew off. That’s when you know someone’s hurt — when they get hit so hard their shoes fly off.
So as we’re watching this unfold, Morgan, like one of the Corsecan Brothers, falls down too. Keep in mind that she is nowhere near the action. Mason fell, started screaming, and then Morgan fell. Her shoe flew off, too. Unbelievable!
At this point I’m freaking out because Mason’s freaking out. (No one’s freaking out about Morgan;she’s tougher than Mason.) Mason’s got blood shooting out of his head and a goose egg is already starting to form. We put his hoodie on his head and applied pressure to get the bleeding to stop on the way home. I was opting for the hospital but the cut turned out to be smaller than I originally thought.
After we got home Mason went into the bathroom to check out the cut in the mirror and OH AWESOME THE FISH IS DEAD TODAY YAY ARGH.
A small ceremony was held and Swimmie was flushed. The kids lived and were not flushed.
What a day! Glad everyone (kid wise) is ok and R.I.P. Swimmie!
So the lesson you relay to Mason: Every time you fall off the Ripstick, God kills another fishy.
Why do you think Rob never had fishies when he was growing up. We would have needed stock in a fish farm. Oops, a pun and I didn’t even try!
You keep (kept) fish?
@Justin: We’re out of fish. Next up is the cat.
@Greg: Only one; Mason got the fish for Christmas.
Yikes! Glad to hear that Mason wasn’t seriously injured… But you’re right, maybe the Ripstick isn’t such a good idea. No wonder you freaked out when it happened, anyone would have in your place.
You know I was a camp counselor for five years in a row. Certified in and taught first aid and CPR multiple times, starting in the seventh grade. Unfortunately, the most I’ve had to use first aid (before I had Mason) was on myself – well, mostly on my feet when I stepped on stuff or rammed stuff through them, or ripped them through the side then out the top (truly).
And at camp I was always doing stuff that could potentially be dangerous with kids – cooking over a fire, mountain climbing, boating, jumping off of stuff, running, etc. The most exciting first aid I ever got to do was pulling a fish hook out of a kid’s neck and picking cactus prickles out of kids who fell on the mountains.
WHO KNEW that the true reason I went through all of that training was to teach me how to STAY CALM and know what to do when my own kid got hurt. This last two months with Mason alone already surpasses my entire first aid application history.
I’m sure it’s just a phase…
Isn’t there a saying that bad things happen in threes?
i’ve been skateboarding regularly for over 15 years. i once tried to ride a ripstick at walmart as a joke, cause hey, look at that ridiculous thing. i still have no clue how you’re supposed to ride that thing. why not get the little guy a skateboard? much more respectable. and less deadly.