Well , he went to the doctor and has 3 cracked ribs. I did feel a little sorry for him after that, but not too much. He is a man after all. And this is a recreational activity.
Lets see that was on Saturday, So now lets move on to Tuesday night. I know you are thinking this will never end. Sorry!
Tuesday night I was doing my motherly duty of trying to get Monkey #3 to eat his dinner. Of coarse, nothing was working. I had told the kids that if they ate their dinner I would take them to get snowcones. So we were getting ready to leave. Monkey #3 was not taking the bait, and still refused to eat. I'm not sure what happened next but it ended with Monkey #3 on the floor with a barstool on top of him. My barstools are no ordinary stools.
He has stitches under his scalp halfway back on his head and then a lovel row of them across the front. I bet the doctor stitched for at least an hour.
It is now my job to get that fairy out of here. I have had enough of the ER for a lifetime.