Today, I wanted my son to put his socks on.
Seeing that he is 5, he should do this independently.
And 98% of the time he does do it independently.
But then there's that 2% which comes into play once in a while.
"Mom! My foot is broke!"
Now, I switched to RN mode STAT!
Didn't hear him fall.
Didn't hear him jumping around.
I hardly think he broke his foot.
And he wasn't crying.
Check. Check. Check. Check.
I took that assessment as "all is well".
Then He walked up to me with a sock, inside out and twisted.
"Mom, my foot is broke".
Thank goodness I could translate that one!
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