Playfighting Red
I was busy learning a valuable lesson. Little one and I were play fighting. The problem is, as you'd know if you'd tried this, is that you as the adult generally get the worst of it, through trying to stop the kid killing one of you.

So Red manages a particularly amazing fling, and I catch him, while making out that he's nearly killed me to death. And wrenched something in my back. It hurt.

Luckily it was a Sunday, so the fact that I couldn't move mattered less. I somehow got him back to his mother's, then went to bed. 11 hours of failing to sleep later, I got up. Half an hour later, I was in the shower, which helped a bit. Three hours driving did not help, although to be fair, it was easier than the nine hours of work. Three hours drive back was quite nasty too.

It gradually got better over the next three weeks or so, but every now and then I get a reminder. Annoyingly, this was about eight years ago, and it still twinges.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 23:12, 1 reply)

play fighting with my dad
i hit him in the back. he was bed-bound for 3 days. that's when i first realised that girl i may be, but weak i'm most definitely not.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 31 Jul 2010, 0:45, closed)