I think that I may have mentioned before that David is a kid at heart.
I enjoy this quality about him. It makes him fun and quirky.
Most of time.
Remember the incident with the skateboard? He likes to show me that he still has a bruise on his hip. We'll be brushing our teeth and suddenly he'll flash his hip. "See this" he says, "It still hurts!"
At least he used to show me his bruise until he got whiplash and became unable to move his head.
There was no car accident and it happened prior to the incident with the nun, so this injury was not an act of god. This injury was an act of pure David.
Readers, his whiplash was caused by a water slide.
Yes, a water slide. We look the kids to Bousquet this weekend to ride the water slides. The kids were like machines, up they went, down they came. Up, down, up, down.
And David was right there behind them, on the tube, on the mat, on his stomach, flipping on his side and then slamming into the pool of water at full speed. He was in true David form.
I went down once, got two gallons of water in my brain and announced that I'd had enough.
David kept going and everything was great until Sunday morning when he attempted to do some sit-ups. One sit-up went okay. The second sit-up brought a twinge. The third sit-up had him howling in agony.
I went into nurse mode, "Get the heating pad! Where's the motrin? Should you lay down? How about sitting up?" His mother brought in a muscle massager and I even refrained from making a vibrator joke.
After about a ten minutes it had become clear that this injury was not going away. There was only one thing to be done. I left David with my mother-in-law and the heating pad and took the kids shopping.
I took the children to Barnes and Noble where we had a leisurely browse through the stacks, a place where the greatest risk of injury is a paper cut. It was so peaceful. No screams of pain, no requests for morphine.
We returned to my in-laws, had lunch and packed the car. We began our drive. Then we swore at a nun. Then David lost his keys in his suitcase, but that my friends is a story for another day.