Tennessee’s nose has taken a bit of a beating this Spring Break. There was the fist fight with the skeazy dude that was trying to take a picture of me while I did body shots….oh I forgot, that is somebody else’s life. He did, however, fall into the crevasse between the bed and the night stand of our hotel room.
What kind of negligent mother puts a floppy, wriggly sleeping almost three year old into a strange bed bordered by a pointy night stand? This kind, this kind right here. He was just so excited to try sleeping in the big kid bed with Lucy. In my mind they would snuggle and sleep tight. Not so much. Mostly he pissed his sister off by doing his go to sleep dance. He whispers little songs to himself and waves his arms around until he falls asleep. Very cute, unless you are trying to fall asleep next to him.
After the monkeys finally, finally fell asleep, Kenneth and I were having one of those airing of grievances discussions we like to save for vacations. Just as we were about to unlock the secret to all marital strife, I heard a muffled cry from the kids room. I went to investigate and saw through the dim light, two little jammied feet waving upside-down from betwixt the bed and night stand. I pulled. Nothing. I yelled for KP and pulled again. Out popped the little guy, his lip was bloody and his poor little nose was all squished and red.
The next day it was kind of bruised and green looking. Not too bad, until he did a tricky move while we waited in line to see the saddest seal exhibit ever (small and cramped with tourists flinging chopped up smelt at them). He landed right on The Nose. No blood, just more bruising. From the side, it isn’t so bad. Kind of gives his Norman Rockwell blonde kid thing an edge. Spring break is rough.
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