God help us if Kaden has serious injury. Today he took a fall on our walkway and scratched his knee. There was no wound. It was a couple dots of an area that had blood bubbling, but nothing dripping. He said he could not walk inside. He is three, so I totally understand. I want to clean the area, so I set him down on the kitchen counter.
He is tense. His leg is extended and he is huffing and puffing. I get out the peroxide. He asks if it is going to hurt. I explain what will happen and no it won't hurt. I look at him and remind him that I always tell him the truth. It may feel cold, but it will not hurt. I dump it on him. He laughs at the bubbles.
I get out neosporin and a bandaid. He explains that one isn't enough. He gets three. I put the ointment on the bandaid. Again, he asks if it will hurt. I tell him it may be uncomfortable because I need to place pressure on the bandaid. He has to be super brave, but he will be okay. No tears. He is all set to play.
I put him down on the kitchen floor. He immediately collapses and in an exhausted voice says he can no longer walk. He lays down and starts fanning himself with his hand. "Mama, I am hot. I am so hot. You know I don't like to be hot." He is getting very worked up. His coloring is pale. His skin and lip tone are now one color. His skin clammy. Is he going to pass out on me?
I try to hold back my smile and smirky "yeah right, Kaden" laugh. He is squirming all about the floor. He is getting himself all worked up over this "injury". I tell him he needs to go into his room and lay down. I take him in there. I remove his shirt. He asks me to turn on the fan. I do. The fan is on full speed aimed towards his face. He asks for the other fan. I fetch it. He demands cold water from the fridge and a cool wash cloth for his head. I bring back both.
There he is all laid up with two fans and a wet cloth draped over his face as pathetic as one can look. He is whining and gasping for air.
Thirty minutes goes by.
"Hey Mama. I can walk!" It is a miracle. I roll my eyes and get up to hug him.
He is so my kid. I have the dramatics and he is learning early. However, he better save it for me. He is getting to good at the drama and I'd hate for people to start believing his ploys!
