Modesty

The Big Boy Modesty Night:  
We went out with friends tonight and left our children in the capable hands of our next-door neighbor’s daughter, Shane.   She’s known the children since they were babies and they’re always glad to have her come to watch them.   When we got home she told me there had been an accident with my son.   Because I know her, she wasn’t upset and she hadn’t called, I wasn’t worried.   She started telling me they story with, “your son wanted to be alone as he got ready for bed, saying he wanted some, ‘modesty’”.

So she’d left them alone in the bathroom of our bedroom to get their clothes on and do their teeth.   She was in the living room when she heard a crash and then my son yelling and crying.   She went in and pieced together a story of how he’d fallen or slipped while brushing his teeth and had cut his inner thigh at his groin on the door below the sink.    His sister had opened the door to throw away her flosser and he was hanging or something on the counter (or maybe he was on the counter itself, we don’t know) and had scraped himself on the sharp corner of the cabinet door.

He was crying a lot—which he rarely does—and was yelling at his sister, saying how mad he was at her even though he knew she wasn’t trying to hurt him.    He wanted to know where the polysporin was so he could put it on his cut—only he wouldn’t let Shane see it.   She found the ointment and he slathered some on himself and then asked for a bandaid.   One wasn’t going to stick there based on location as well as the now slippery mess of ointment.   She asked if she could see it but modesty prevailed and he wouldn’t let her.   She knew it was bleeding some from the blood that was on his finger as he pulled it out of his pajama bottoms.   She didn’t press him because it didn’t look that bad.

He was brushing his teeth while crying and stopped to say, “it’s really hard to brush your teeth while you’re crying”.   Then he told Shane he couldn’t walk upstairs to bed.   I’m not sure if she carried him or not, but he did get upstairs eventually.   He asked his sister if he could sleep in her bed with her but she said no.   Then he wanted to know if he could sleep on the floor because he didn’t want to climb the steps to his bunk bed.   Shane said that would be okay.  

She thinks he’s going to be sore tomorrow.   I’m debating going up with my cell phone light to see what the damage is now.   I don’t think I’ll wake him up, he’s a pretty sound sleeper.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  While my daughter didn’t want him sleeping in her bed tonight, she was concerned about him with the cut on his leg.   Shortly after Shane had left the room my daughter came out and told her, “he’s up in his bed now.”