Ella is now walking.
With a limp.
I was just wondering if possibly there was a slight chance that she was maybe simply terrified of feeling pain and not quite actually feeling it. So I took off the temporary splint, told her her boo-boo (aka broken ankle or whatever) was all better, and that she could walk.
“Go Ahead”, I said…”take a step!”
And she freaked out a teensy.
So I told her she could have some Smarties if she took a step.
“Fwotties. You can have fwotties if you take a step.”
Very tentatively, she took a few steps. And then said “Boo boo all gone, Mom.”
And then I puffed up my chest and nodded my head in affirmation of my high intelligence. I am so stinkin’ smart.
And then, from the anals of the house I hear a tiny sound.
Clearly, I am not that smart.
The saga continues…