The life of young boys. Warning. Things get graphic.
My son, whom LOVES building, taking apart, re-assembling, and creating things about gave me a heart attack.
This story starts with a nice fall afternoon…my BFF, Chanda, and myself were sitting on her front porch drinking a glass of wine, taking a break from moving her into a new house. My boys, Owen and Kaden, were playing with trucks and cars on the front porch with us. Owen LOVES the idea of anything that can hook up as a trailer and tow things. His brain is always looking for new ways to make things connect and build new things.
I was totally engulfed in this glass of wine (Villa M for those wondering), and telling Chanda all the latest gossip or life events, when she jumped up and yelled “Oh My God!” Naturally, I looked to my youngest, Kaden. He’s the crazy one. He’s the daredevil, the no fear, the try anything kid, the life of the party. I looked at him, and then looked at Chanda…”What? He is fine?”…Wondering what the fuss was about.
“No, its Owen” she yelled.
Holy batshit. Owen. Drill. Blood.
Yep. That happened.
Owen, looking for a way for a toy trailer to hook onto his toy pick up truck. In the matter of about 10 seconds, he picked up the drill we had been using, attempted to drill a hole in the bed of his truck, and instead took a finger.. We literally jumped up, picked Owen up in one sweep and got right in my car, drill attached and drove to the ER.
And the call to Kyle? Yeah….”I promise I was paying attention, but your kid just drilled through his finger”. I am pretty sure it went something like that.
I’m pretty proud of Owen, for a 7 year old at the time, he took this remarkably well. I don’t recall him freaking out, he was more worried about the shot he was gonna possibly get to get the drill bit out of his finger.
Doctor showed up, and removed drill bit. THIS KID IS BEYOND LUCKY! Not ONE single nerve, tendon, or bone was damaged! It literally made a clean cut right above his knuckle.
I promise I was parenting, but things happen. I’m not ashamed to admit that. We all aren’t perfect, but he had a hell of a show and tell for school that week.