Last night Ira and I went out after bedtime to pick up Leon, who was stranded in Darkest Rancho. Ira had just fallen asleep when I began strapping him into his car seat. He woke up mid-buckle and asked me what we were doing. I couldn't resist a little fooling.
First I tried this: "Good morning! It's time to go to school!"
Ira didn't buy it. "Nawwww, mom. What are we doing?"
Then I went with this one. "Ira, you farted and it smelled so bad that you have to sleep in the car tonight." Sounds totally plausable, right? Plus, potty humor is always a hit with him, but nope. He was too smart for that one too. I came clean. "We have to pick up dad." Ira replied "why can't dad pick himself up?" We all need a little pick me up now and then, don't we? I cannot tell you how fun it is to fool a kid. Have a kid, they're great! For tricking.
In other trickery, my trick leg has been acting up. It's not that serious, but it has been pretty nagging for the last year. It started off as shin splints as I was training for a race and I have a suspicion that it escalated to a stress fracture. It got better after the race, but never quite healed 100%. And although I haven't run since February of this year, anything from jumping jacks or a brisk walk is enough to aggravate it.
Enough has gotten to be enough and so I had an X-Ray done and this is what it looked like:
There is no visible fracture on the X-Ray, but the doc has ordered a bone scan to check for a tiny stress fracture. Until I know what's up, there is absolutely no running or jumping. So don't try to rile me up. Or if you do, I'll just...probably look at you with the disinterest of a lazy cat.
