Monday, January 17, 2011

Speed. I am Speed.

Pretending to be Lightening McQueen can sometimes mean more than just imaginative play.  Especially when the speeding car doesn't slow down for obstacles in the road.

My little race car was zooming around the living room yesterday showing off his Nascar skills.  His passion in life right now is to go fast and to make race car noises in the process.  Even as I warned him 12 thousand times, "Evan, please be careful.  I don't want you to get hurt." - he continued to rev his engine and burn rubber through the house.

Sometimes, no matter the skill level, accidents just happen.  Evan - oh, I mean Lightening McQueen, failed to see the puzzle laying at the bottom of the steps (where he left it, of course) and as he came racing through the foyer he stepped on the puzzle which went sliding across the floor.  His body was completely horizontal in the air until quickly falling face down on the bottom step of the staircase.  Ouchy!

There was blood and several tears, but other than a busted lip, Evan walked away unscathed - at least seriously any way.  But nothing was more evident that he was ok until I looked at him very sympathetically and said, "Buddy, are you alright?" And he immediately responded, "Ka-chow!"

1 comment:

Score said...

Oh..poor thing. Glad he's ok! Scott just told me his first memory is running full speed through the house with a paper bag on his head and crashing head-first into the dining room table. So boys will be boys!