While I was in the living room nursing Thomas, this happened. Here's Evan to tell you all about it:
My poor little boy has had his first taste of manly pain. I took Isaiah and Micah in to brush teeth tonight and part of Isaiah's ritual is that he does his pre-bed business at that time as well. Tonight, he got ready and pulled the seat up with one hand. As he did, both of his feet slipped out from underneath him and he came down on the edge of the toilet. It was the money shot. The full set, right on the lip of the toilet. He caught himself before he hit the ground. Then he stood up and, after a moment, it hit him. That poor little boy. I could see it in his eyes. When I asked him where it hurt (I was pretty sure, but I wanted to get him talking to see if I could get him settled down). He said "My penis". I could only tell him that I was sorry he got hurt, and I know how he feels. 5 minutes later in the living room he was still walking gingerly and mentioned that it still hurt. Ouch buddy, been there.
What my darling husband failed to mention in that little account was the part where he had to excuse himself to come into the living room and laugh it out while Isaiah bawled his eyes out in the bathroom. He figured it probably wouldn't be cool to laugh in front of his son right after his first nut shot, so he politely retreated into my presence to get it out of his system. Classy, dear.
To top it off, this was Isaiah's prayer at bedtime:
Dear Lord,
Thank you for Mommy, Daddy, Micah, and me. And Thomas Evan. Thank you for Josh and Caleb and Josh and Caleb's mom. Thank you for Grandma and Grandpa and Great Grandma and Coleen's house and bible school. Thank you to make my penis all better because that really hurt. Thank you for Garret, Sarah, and Haley. In Jesus' name, Amen.
