Yesterday's plan was to go to the grocery store, pick up some fish, cook it, and serve it with the salad I had planned. A nice, healthy meal, n'est pas? Instead, R ended the day feasting on McNuggets, fries and an apple juice box. What happened?
We went to the airport to pick up SPH from his golf trip/boy's weekend. As we were unloading the car, R fell (I blame his new, larger Crocs, but I digress...) and hit his head. SPH picked him up and was consoling him when I noticed blood streaming, yes *streaming* down SPH's back. R's forehead had a huge gash in it that left no doubt, we were headed back to Nationwide Children's Hospital ER for the 4th time in less than 6 months. (side note: the woman who checked us in at triage recognized us--never a good sign)
Long story short, R ended up with more than a dozen internal and external stitches and a minor head injury. All in all, it could have been much worse. When we arrived he was a mess, literally and emotionally, but a few prayers were sent up and R calmed right down. It was a miracle...he laid on the bed during the stitches for 45 minutes without having to be held down.
As he was laying there, I was right over him so he could see me while they had him partially covered. I talked to him the whole time and the subject of dinner came up:
SPC: When we are done, do you want to get a special treat?
SPC: Would you like to choose something special for dinner?
R: Yes, I would like to go to a fancy restaurant.
SPC: (hmm, not sure which fancy restaurant would welcome a blood soaked kid with a head wound) Ok...
R: Yes, let's go to McDonald's because it is *very* fancy.
The kid cracks me up. We never go to McDonald's, so I guess it was the allure of a forbidden fruit.
Why do I usually withhold the golden arches from my sweet R? Well, besides not being that into fast food in general, I have a problem with their whole position on transfats. When other restaurants are ditching transfats quicker than you can say "heart attack," McDonald's actually hired a lobbyist in New York to lobby against the ban on transfats that their legislature was considering.
But despite my grudge against Mickey-Ds, I figured a trip to the ER warranted my throwing caution to the wind and getting the poor kid a Happy Meal.
Life is still sweet,