For this story, it’s important to know that we have a small ‘garden’ area that is ringed by some bricks. Every day when we go outside, I tell my class to “Fix the bricks” – meaning to make sure they are in a semi-circular shape and not scattered about by bug-seeking children. (I was tired of fixing them myself. ‘Many hands make light work’ and all that….)
Last week, we were on the playground and I noticed that one of my girls had moved some half-bricks and stacked them around and on top of one of the stumps. I walked over to remind her they needed to stay around the garden, and as I reached down to gather some up, one of the other kids tossed one off the top off the stump, and onto my hand.
Ouch!!
As I breathed in carefully – trying not to swear – the Stacker and the Tosser asked, “Are you ok?” “I am not,” I replied (still not swearing). I got an ice pack and wisely took my wedding ring off before it swelled up too much.
I took several photos of its improvement, but I am too vain about my wrinkled, veiny hands. I’ll just leave you with this drawing:
So sorry, kids don’t always think. Glad you iced it.