The boys have been both sweet and funny about Anna's broken arm. They were and have continued to be very concerned about her, but sometimes things get lost in translation, as they say.
Andrew was keenly perceptive of the first misunderstanding at hand. Since Anna and I didn't leave the ER till 3 a.m., we went and crashed at my mom's, and didn't arrive home till about 10:30 that morning.
Andrew had been up early and Mark had given him the scoop on Anna. Jacob, however, slept in, and hadn't gotten the full story.
When he finally inquired as to our whereabouts, Mark explained that Anna had broken her arm, so we had gone to the hospital and would be home soon.
I wish I could have seen the look on his face...obviously Andrew noticed the dread, quizzical expression, because he quickly piped up, "Her arm didn't break off, Jacob. It's just the bone inside her arm had a crack in it." The relief that flooded Jacob's face made it clear that Andrew had been right on it!
Of course we filled the boys in on instructions to be gentle with Anna, be careful around her arm, and absolutely no playing rough around her.
Jacob put on a soothing, sing-song voice to relay this to Anna: "It's okay, sweetie. Andrew and I will play rough together, and you can just play by yourself."
:)
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"yeah sorry you're hurt and all, but your on your own to entertain yourself since you can't rough house." unknowingly adding insult to injury. good things kids know not what they mean and mean not what they say.
poor babies...... i miss them so!
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