Why Does My Kid Look Like A Rooster?
When I'm Old, He'll Kill Me For This
I'll start at the beginning on this one. Two Sundays ago, I get the message no parent wants to get.
I'm at an event for the MACC Fund, and I notice that my wife called twice, and sent me a text message. The text says "listen to your voice mail, we're at urgent care with Ethan."
So I listen to the voice mail, and find out that one of my twins got his middle finger pinched in a bathroom door at McDonald's. Broke the tip of the bone in his finger. Tore the nail off. And needed 6 stitches.
In all honesty, Ethan probably handled it better than me. And the jokes about him running around, with his middle finger wrapped up...well, they're endless.
Now comes the explanation for the rooster picture. You see, with stitches...you can't get the injury wet. But over the Labor Day weekend, he can't sit and watch his twin brother Brendan and his sister Rebekah have all the fun in the pool at the Greendale Village Club. Not when it's the last hurrah of summer!
I say let him swim, so my lovely wife Amy comes up with a brilliant idea. Use a shirt to tie his arm above his head, and put a rubber glove on his hand.
I think a straight jacket might have looked more humane. But you can tell from the photo that despite looking like Foghorn Leghorn, he's having the time of his life.
Until this photo comes into the picture. See, with one arm...Ethan tends to get stuck getting out of the pool. So instead of his dear ol' Dad helping him out, I say "wait a minute Bud while I quit laughing and take a photo of you, then I'll pick you up." Poor little guy and his sick Father.
I'm sure he can't wait until I'm 90 with a drool pan under my chin, falling out of my chair. And when I say "hey Ethan, can you help me out here?" He'll say "hey Dad, let me get a funny photo of you, and then I'll be there." Ah, the circle of life...