Eh, you know little kids. It's always something. Last time grandpa dragged him to me on a family party with front teeth broken inwards. I don't fret over injury, because that's no help, and definitely not in these scenarios when everything ends fine. Grandma nagged that we should stop making fun of her for killing our kid thoπ
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Oh yes. So many stories (sounds better than injuries π). My eldest always loved climbing. Phew, broken arms, abrasions,...And then all the crazy ideas. Bobby car races, sibling pole vaulting competitions over the swings (concussion included), missing milk teeth during field hockey games, skiing according to the motto "whoever brakes first loses",...I could go on and on π but don't worry all three of them have grown up π€π«ΆπΌ
I don't. Today it's the first day he actually hurt himself. Before it was granny with boiling kettle and grandpa catapulted him off the exercising rowing machine on the adult outdoor gym.
But I had a ob/gyn in MΓΌnchen and her 17yo son was absolute daredevil. During my two pregnancies he managed falling off a bike, breaking arm, concussion and then on ski he rammed most of his teeth out and later broke his heel. She used to say one is enough for her and I totally get it.π
Haha π I can imagine that. And I have three. But you know what? They get two things in particular from all that trial and error and experimentation: Self-confidence and a super body image. They know their limits. They've also learned a lot. Welcome to the fun world with kids π€πΌπ₯³