I'm not sure what part of "straighten up your room before we leave for Scouts" included grabbing his brother by the arm and swinging him into the mini-Green Bay Packer's helmet clamped on his bed's foot board, but that's what Fritz did.
I heard the howling, and knew it wasn't good, but I waited. Even as I spied out of the corner of my little eye the two boys approaching me, I just didn't want to turn around. And then they stood next to me, and I looked and saw what appeared to be a victim from some slasher film standing there, but, no, that was my seven year old.
Calmly I had him sit, and turn his head so that the blood wouldn't get on the carpeting, even though I saw it pooling in his ear. Calmly I got a towel and had him hold it to the wound while I retrieved wet paper towels to try to clean up some of his ear...and neck...and hands. Calmly I thought how good it was that Bill wasn't here, since he really doesn't handle the sight of our injured children screaming in pain and bleeding profusely with as much detachment as I feel is necessary to be effective. Billy calmed down pretty quickly himself. If Mom's not too upset, it must not be that bad, right?
Finally, I took a gander at the injury, and for the first time ever, decided that a trip to the ER was really warranted. Normally, I prefer a wait and see attitude on most illnesses and injuries. Let's just take a few minutes to see if the bleeding stops or the leg still hurts or the arm is still dangling at that awkward right angle. But this one, no, I knew right away it needed something.
I tried to call Bill at his office, but he was off doing important things and out of cell phone coverage. I left a message on his cell phone voice mail anyway. I found a neighbor to watch the other kids, and headed for the hospital.
Bill showed up just before the doctor's diagnosis. I was thankful to be able to leave to pickup the other kids and get them off to bed. Bill got to hang around for the ugly part - the treatment: five shots of Novocaine, and 5 STAPLES.
This excitement is killing me.