Franklin took a nose dive off a little toddler car last week. He nose was mangled, as well as his upper lip. It was swollen and scraped when I got to the daycare to pick him up and as I had not had a chance to eat lunch, was incredibly hot, over-dressed, and in sleep deprivation paper writing mode, I almost fainted. As soon as I walked up to him and saw his face, my vision closed in and I had to sit down before I keeled over. It is so incredibly hard for me to even think of Franklin hurting himself. I have an even harder time seeing him actually injured.

I'm such a wimp.

However, I call the conditions of my viewing as an excuse. I am usually quite calm in moments of horror. I am not at my best when I have not eaten or slept properly however. I would fail miserably at Survivor. Of course, I would never enter Survivor as it is a horribly, scary game of junior high melodramatics.
One would think, knowing how I am, given these conditions, I would try to eat and sleep properly. Yeah, no. I'm dumb that way.

What was I saying?
Right, Franklin looks pretty mashed these days. Not only is his nose looking like he's dipped it in strawberry jam, but both knees have bruise upon scrape upon bruise. We have different colours of band-aids and tonight he has gone to bed with a rainbow on his legs.

His primary daycare provider suggested this afternoon that Franklin may be going through a bit of a growth spurt. He is not used to the increase in length and therefore, tends to trip and fall over his feet more often.

That could be it. It sounds great because it means that it's just a phase and he won't always be asking Mom and Dad for "vitimin E pueese". On the other hand, Franklin has always seemed like he is on the verge of a major wipe out. Perhaps now he's just able to pick up enough speed to really crash and burn. He's not afraid to run full tilt either so the occasional road rash is bound to happen. Maybe he'll make a great mountain biker someday. That would be cool.

Nevertheless, these days, it's all about the scabs. He's even started to explain to me how James and Bertie have sore noses and that we must "put on the "vitimin E" and "polyspoorin!" To make them feel "better!"

Poor James. Poor Bertie. Poor Franklin.