Benjamin has been quite the actor lately. We're not exactly sure how to address this issue either. Shortly before our trip to Muleshoe, he tripped over his own two feet and we gathered that he may have rolled his ankle slightly. That day he limped a little bit and we went back and forth as to whether to take him to the doctor. No swelling. No redddess. When you messed with his ankle he just giggled. He did offer the occasional "Daddy, fix my foot, please." This of course earned him some major points in the sympathy department and an afternoon of laying on the couch watching Cars.
But there was still the matter of this limp. He seemed to be even limpier as the weekend went by and we decided that if he was still doing this after Muleshoe, we would take him in.
Of course our big trip came and there was no sign of a limp whatsoever, and we all just sort of forgot about it. Until we came home. There was that limp again. What was even more amazing was how it switched feet every now and then. The original injury (can we even call it that?) was on his right foot. Now, the problem seemed to have magically jumped to the left. "My foot, please fix it," as he points to his left foot.
Hmmm. Funny how this injury comes and goes during very specific times, too. Like, bed time. Or clean up time. It vanishes when we go play outside. But, it will return when we need to take our plate to the sink after we eat.
David and I are both a little nervous that he's about to out smart us both. Yikes!
1 comment:
Hahahahahahahahaha. Oh Benjamin. Clever Clever Clever. That's too funny.
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