As is often the case, Henry wasn’t terribly
interested in waiting at the table, so we walked laps around the building in
the bright sunlight. After climbing on boulders in the parking lot and running
around the outdoor concert stage, we soon ended up back inside chomping on
fries and a hamburger.
The side of the building has a back door
accompanied by a long sloping ramp for deliveries. Given that this is Alaska,
the ramp is iron and textured for safe footing in the winter. Well, while
running around after dinner on our way to the car Henry caught his toe and went
face first into the iron grate. I have never heard such screaming, but not to
worry – his face was uninjured because his hands took the entire brunt of the
fall.
His knees were scuffed and his hands looked
downright ugly, but after calming down he allowed mommy to rinse his hands and
bandage them up. He took it well and settled down for the hour long ride home.
He didn’t like it, but he stood still back
at home as we cleaned the wounds, applied antibiotics, and finally bandaged him
for bedtime.
By next morning he was eager to keep the
bandages on as long as possible because they were neat. He also couldn’t be
slowed down from sharing his story. “I fell on a cheese grater.”
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