Post #7

Still alive! The 5th Fret dropped out of Nablopomo and so did New Rukian, so that leaves just me. Good thing I wrote that blog about God being a bit of a butt early yesterday.

So where to begin? Kim was in bed all day yesterday which meant I got to take care of the kids. So I did. It was everything I thought it would be, good parts and bad.

I went out to check the mail though, and there was a little boy, probably seven or eight sitting on top of a hill crying in direct view of me, with his back turned to me.

Just sitting there doing the boy cry which is less of a whaaaaa and more of a mmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMM. Campbell's should sue.

At first I was going to leave him alone. What business is it of mine? But I looked around and no one was coming for him, no one cared. There were people that could see him and they weren't doing anything. So I said nuts to this and went over there and tried to make myself as physically menacing as possible. Not to scare the poor kid, but to let him know that I'm an adult and can probably be trusted. No sense in me going over there to try to make the kid feel better only to have him run away screaming.

I squatted down next to him and asked if he was OK. He was not. He had a red line with spots of blood going down the side of his face. This is the result of another little boy breaking off a tree branch and beating him across the face with it. A little boy that happened to be watching this with his friends and mother. The crying child also said he was pushed into a big pile of dirt by the same little butthole.

I asked if he wanted to go home and he didn't know. Go figure. I convinced him that he needs to have his folks look at his face to put some neosporin or ice on it. I really wanted them to see the face so they can get good and pissed and put that little boy in his place. He was as good as guilty in my book.

I just thought, what if someone brought home Annie or Adam like that. Oh, I'd hand the kid off to Kim in a heartbeat to get fixed up while I went on a little walk. And woe to the kid and parents of that kid when I get to their step.

We walked past the group of oglers and the boy was telling his mom that it was an accident and the mom was eating it up. I wanted to explain that it could not have possibly been an accident. When you're running through bushes and a branch that you pushed through snaps back and hits your friend, that's an accident. But all of the trees/bushes are cut too high for that to happen in this neighborhood AND the mark was vertical not horizontal. That kid was hit.

I dropped the now-calmer child off with his dad who was concerned about what happened and I left to go back home. I had my own kids to tend to. But the little branch user tried to talk to me as I walked by saying it was an accident mister and I controlled myself enough not to look his way. Best not to get too involved. It would have been way too easy to escalate.

Meanwhile Kimmy was really hurt. Really hurt. I had to take her to the ER and then they told her that she had torn a ligament and it would take quite some time to heal but as for now she can't lift anything heavier than a book and I'm in charge of the kids now.

It will be interesting to see how much longer I can keep Nablopomo up.