'Tis the Season...

To drive your mother stark raving mad apparently. Who knew? I thought it was all about Good Will Toward Men, giving to friends and family, cuddling around the Christmas tree.
Apparently the Mud Puddle has a different idea of celebrating the holiday season. He decided that sticking his head down the play sink and getting it stuck was a better idea. Yes, you read that right. Head down the play sink at daycare and had to be extricated by his teachers.

The result? Many chuckles from co-workers (try telling your boss you have to go pick up your only child for a trip to the ER b/c he got his head stuck in a sink – nice), friends and family members. And two hours at the emergency room to be told he was fine. Luckily, the ER people have a sense of humor and were very nice. I tried to diffuse any worries about me overreacting by acknowledging I KNEW I was probably overreacting. But what if he had done damage to a muscle or something? I would have felt bad.

So Emergency Room visit, one lost day of work for me, and the biggest bruised neck you have ever seen of a four year old all a week to the day before Christmas! Happy Holidays to YOU!

Really? It is hilarious. But I honestly could have used this joke in like August. This is NOT the time of year I need additional stress/excitement in my life. But then if we have learning nothing else from the Adventures of the Mud Puddle it is that kids don’t follow a time table for their behavior. And when you want things to go right they usually go wrong (see My Brother Got Married and the Mud Puddle Peed for an example).

As for the WHY he stuck his head down the sink. Well, that is a story that has evolved over the ensuing days. First response upon being asked: “I don’t want to talk about it.” Right. I was a REPORTER for God’s sake!! “No comment” especially from someone that I gave LIFE to: not going to fly.
So I gave him a little reprieve and asked him again after the ER visit. His response this time? “I don’t know, Nicholas was with me.” Hmm.. Nicholas is HARDLY an instigator of bad behavior.
Third response later that night? (I am a dog with a bone on this thing people) “Reyah (or something – a friend at school) had stickers and I was hiding from her.” Mmkay…
Finally this morning I saw one of the other mother’s at school and she had witnessed the incident. Apparently he had just stuck his head in and twisted it to one side getting it stuck. Seemingly with no one else around him. Great. The kid is a rocket scientist.

AND THEN, I find out this isn’t the first time he stuck his head some place it shouldn’t be and twisted it. If this is going to be a pattern, shoot me now. Or send Crisco for Christmas and I will start slathering it behind his ears.