It's a well known fact that Fraggles (kids with Fragile X Syndrome) love playing on escalators. If you didn't know before, you do now.
So yesterday, after running an errand at the mall, we took a few trips up and down the mall escalators. Great fun. Until Zack took a tumble and gouged a hole in his right knee.
You might have heard his screaming, if you were anywhere in the vicinity of south Burnsville.
We hightailed it out of there. On the way home, Zack alternately cried, rubbed his knee, and then rubbed his bloody fingers all over his face. He blotted at his knee with his stylishly long shorts. By the time we got home he looked like a child from a horror movie.
We wiped away all the blood, slapped on a big bandaid, changed his shorts and went on with our day.
Have I ever mentioned AJ's obsession with bandaids?
Oh yeah, he loves them. Any tiny little scrape, and he's coming up to point out his injury and ask, "bandaid?"
He spent some time admiring his brother's newest accessory. He tried to pick it off several times.
Later, yesterday evening, after staring longingly at Zack's knee, he looks somberly at me. "Bandaid?" he asked.
"You need a bandaid? Where? Show me where you need a bandaid." I said to him.
"Here," AJ says quietly, seriously, pointing at his right knee. His perfect, knobby little, blood-free knee.
Looking in The Rear-view Mirror
7 hours ago