I mentioned a desperate need to lower the baby’s crib mattress.
We did manage to get that done the very next day.
He wasn’t very happy about it.
And the following weekend, this happened to Billy:
When I picked him up from camping and saw his face, I asked, “What happened to your nose?!?” The Scoutmaster was right there to give me some details and assure me that my son had been well cared for.
Bill was out of town, and I felt it necessary to email him the picture. Billy was concerned, saying he didn’t want his dad to “freak out.” I asked if he thought I had “freaked out” when I saw him. “Yes,” he said. Next time, I shall pretend I don’t even notice that my child’s proboscis is twice as big on Sunday morning as it was on Friday night. I thought my reaction had been rather calm…
We sent the story of the nose along with the photo:
Billy: We were canoeing down the river. We had just turned a bend, and we saw a branch sticking out of the water. I was in the front. I told Andrew to turn left, and he started to paddle, and it did start to go left, but it wasn’t enough, and the boat went under the log and hit my chest, so I leaned back and it scraped my nose.
Fritz: I was in the middle. After Billy got scraped, I ducked and I grabbed the back of his life jacket and held his head above the water enough that he could get under the branch, and then I lifted him up on top of the branch and held him there because he could not stand. Then we got him to shore while we got the water-logged boat free. Matt and Peter brought their canoe over and put Billy in and got him to the end. We followed. Once we got to the end, they took off his life jacket, and an adult leader took him to the camp site.
Billy: There they gave me medical assistance, wiped my nose off, determined it wasn’t broken, and told me to get in dry clothes. It didn’t hurt that much.
One day, you are lowering their crib mattress so they won’t fall and bust their noses open. The next day, they’re big kids and off on weekend adventures, busting their noses open.