woo woo woo woo

fire trucks are super
especially in driveway
at nine in morning

OK, the top five reasons why, when you start doing laundry on Sunday, you should finish doing laundry on Sunday:

5. So when you have to call 911 because your kid has his knee stuck in the wooden slats of the glider's armrest, your kid can be clothed in something other than underpants smeared with peanut butter and poster paints.

4. So when you're talking to the 911 dispatcher you don't have to shout over the obnoxious noise your dryer makes (well, to be fair to the dryer, you'd probably still have to shout over the screams of your child).

3. So when the firemen arrive they won't trip on the piles of dirty clothes littering the hallway.

2. So you have something clean to dry your freaked out child's tears as you lube up his knee and try to slide it out of the glider armrest slats.

1. So the firemen don't have to sit on your piles of unfolded laundry that cover the sofa as they take your personal information and relay to the ambulance guys that your kid is OK and the paramedics don't need to come after all.

MAN.

What a scary and crazy and funny and adrenaline-y thing to happen this morning. My hands have finally stopped shaking enough to type, and the wee one has chilled out enough to watch a little TV.

For a while there, though... it was pretty intense. I was on the phone with 911 dispatch, the wee one was crying and screaming "GET A KNIFE FROM THE KITCHEN AND CUT THE CHAIR" and I was frantically trying to give important information to the dispatcher, calm the wee one down, and find some kind of lube. (Olive oil and dish soap worked great, FYI.)

How does one get one's knee stuck in the slats of the armrest of a glider? Only God and the wee one know, because I missed the actual insertion. But it was stuck in there good. I thought the fire guys were going to have to saw through the chair, but luckily they just distracted the wee one, and then squirted his knee out with a quick yank.

He's fine now and I'm fine now, and the wee-er one just watched the whole thing, amusedly, from her bouncy seat, and Newman missed it all because he never stopped licking his butt.

I have since informed the wee one that if he wants a tour of a fire truck (which he got afterwards) and a cool 911 sticker (which he also got afterwards) all he has to do is ask. Nearly crushing his knee in a chair is not a prerequisite.

Is 10:32 AM too early for a margarita?

 

Comments

[Gadawg]

Years ago when the Alltell Stadium replaced the old Gator Bowl in Jacksonville, the city fathers put a big old statue of a Jaguar out front. The cat has its mouth wide open.

You guessed it; a kid climbed the statue and got his head caught in the jaguar's mouth. Took the fire department quite a while to get his little head out of there.

Better a knee than a head, I guess.

[Jane]

It's NEVER too early for a margarita...and you have (had) extenuating circumstances.