Caleb fell on the pavement today when we were playing outside. No gushing blood, no visible bone....just a tiny scrape on his knee with a tiny amount of blood. If you were one of my neighbors, you would have expected to see his head cracked open or something by the way he screamed and howled! I carried him inside and put a band-aid on it.
WRONG IDEA!!! Obviously, you can no longer walk if there is a band-aid on your knee, so Caleb just stood their with his knee lifted up (balancing on one foot---impressive!) and absolutely FREAKING out! Not just crying---absolutely dying. It was worse than when he put the mask on his face to put him to sleep before his surgery, and that was pretty darn horrible.
I tried to get him to come to me for a little affection and he wouldn't even do that! I finally carried him up to the bathtub, took off the hated band-aid and got him started in a bath to calm him down. I think the whole ordeal tired him out because right after his bath (at only 7 p.m.) he started saying "Mama, I want to go night-night!" So....the whiny boy went to bed early tonight by his own request! :)