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Yesterday was a tough day for mini genius and his sidekick. We were all supposed to meet daddy at the gym for some swimming! All morning the two of them were in a contest to kill one another, I swear. I'm valiantly trying to fold laundry (so we would have clean bathing suits) that was trampled on 2,000,000 times yesterday morning, when I heard another battle brewing. I decide to let them work it out themselves...

Then there's a loud "thud". You know the kind I mean. Then a loud gulp of air (it doesn't matter how old a kid is, you know this cry means someone might be bleeding), followed by ear-splitting crying/wailing.

Of course, I dash into the other room (with a clean towel from the laundry to sop up any possible bloodspill) expecting the 3 yr old to have battle wounds. Guess what - there's my 5 yr old gulping like a fish and holding his hand over his mouth. The 3 yr old is hiding his head in his hands and laying on the floor - invisible.

Once genius lets me see behind his hand, I see a huge swollen lip and blood all over his teeth. His nose is bruised and he is on the verge of hysteria. I ask him what happened and he replies,"Bruiser pushed me in (gulp) to the (gulp) Teeeeee Veeeeee!" Wow.

Anyway, once I clean up genius, he calms down and can't remember why baby brother tried to remove some of his baby teeth for him, naturally.

Luckily, about 10 minutes after this happened, the doorbell rang:

I'm thinking, oh dammit, not those stupid religious pushers again, I'm going to tell them I'm a devil worshiper! So imagine my surprise when I open the door, and there's my DH - on one leg. Thank goodness he was with doctors. The other two doctors are holding him up, and say,"Don't worry, he tore his Achillie's (sp?) tendon, and we already called an Orthoped and he has an appointment tomorrow morning."

Um, ok. ???

Then the GYNE ran off to get crutches for my DH. I had call a neighbor to drive my DH's car into the garage (the ENT parked it behind my car) because I can't drive stick! DH has to have an MRI tomorrow to see what how badly he tore the tendon.

He provided the perfect distraction. Genius and bruiser spent the rest of the afternoon poking daddy's "bad" leg.