Until today, Jamie thought it was cool to run a few steps, fall to his knees and sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddddddddeeeeeeeeee across a hard floor. Regardless of how many times I told him not to do it because 1) it ruins the knees of his pants, 2) he could get hurt, and 3) he could hurt someone else, he has insisted on performing this little trick at every opportunity on every possible hard flooring surface. Until today, he thought it was lots of fun. Until today.
I just got a phone call from Jamie’s school. It seems he performed his little trick in the gym during the after school program. He was going after a ball and decided it would be fun to sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddddddddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeee across the shiny, slick, hardwood floor in pursuit of said ball. He then looked down and away from where he was going, as his body turned until he was going backwards. He wasn’t watching where he was going, so he couldn’t see that he was perilously close to the cinderblock concrete walls of the gym – until he crashed right into said wall and rung his noggin, so to speak. I am told by the afterschool program director that the knot on Jamie's head is quite impressive, as is the monstrous headache Jamie now has. He’s also complaining of dizziness. As Jamie is prone to a touch of histrionics in such situations, I told him I’d see him when I get off work at the usual time and check him out then (it’s only about 30 minutes from now).
Until today, sliding across the floor was great fun. I suspect it is not great fun anymore.
3 comments:
Oh, yikes!
Not to sound cruel, but in the words of my father: "That'll learn'im." I'm willing to bet he won't do it again.
I did something like that, albeit more inadvertently, in Coach McConnaughey's gym class in high school (though it might have been college). I ended up spraining my knee when I bounced it off the wall.
I was afraid you were going to say he'd taken all the skin off his knees by misjudging the surface. I hope he's o.k.
Yes, Jamie's fine. He still has that impressive lump on his noggin, but he has no other ill effects. Thus far, he has resisted the temptation to go sliding across the great empty linoleumed expanse of the great room at the house - but just in case, I bought him a pair of jeans for Christmas that have a double layer of material at the knees.
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