Boys

[KnottedYet]

Small Knot's idea of wild adventure is breaking into the school administrator's computer system....

[Bikingmomof3]

Mom of three boys here. Thankfully none of mine are daredevils and respect all creatures great and small too much to put them in thier mouths. Now bringing them home to show mom is an entirely different story.

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

I do think that frog in the picture is a rubber frog- I've seen rubber ones that look exactly like that in stores. Also, knowing a thing or two about frogs...if it were a real live frog I don't think it would not be holding it's legs that way in that situation.

[mimitabby]

my little boys graduated from climbing trees to climbing rock walls. They do a lot of things nowadays that I would rather not know about "lalalallalalala" (hands over ears)

My younger son was a repeat visitor to the ER. You did what with your what?

my husband rode a hot wheels (you know the kind that says "Not safe for people over 65 pounds) down a steep hill and messed up his shoulder. With a role model like him....

I agree, that's a fake frog. A real one would have been fighting to get out of that mouth!

[run it, ride it]

Puh. My brother took up tame activities like computer games and Lego.

I, on the other hand... well, it all started at age two when my mother found me floating face-down in the hot tub. Apparently I wanted to learn how to swim. By age three I was already climbing trees as tall at the house. I nearly drowned in an undertow when I was five.

Had too many close calls on rollerblades and saved up for a skateboard instead. MUCH safer--you can bail. But still... my knee will never heal after that pot hole incident. At age eight I wandered off and got myself lost on an uninhabited island for seven hours.

The day my father agreed to buy me a horse, that horse threw me off three times and sent me to the hospital. This had absolutely no bearing on my still being ecstatic to own said creature. The horse has flipped on me three times and landed on me twice. I don't even remember how many concussions I'm up to. Had to get stitches in my lip last winter after I hit some sheet metal going under a doorway. Oh, and we totally got stuck in a swamp Never-Ending Story style. "Where have you been? And why are you both covered in mud?" Oh well, better than the times the horse has come galloping back to the barn without me altogether.

At age twelve I ran into a brick wall and chipped half my front tooth. When I took up fencing, I took an epee to the cheek; no, no, we weren't sparring. We thought it was a good idea to try and throw our gloves into a basketball net with our swords. I took a toenail to the same cheek sparring in Taekwondo.

I got hit by a car on my bike on my way to work at age thirteen. Turned an ankle running at night in a foreign country; I determinedly hobbled two miles on pure adrenaline before I let someone rescue me. Couldn't walk for two weeks afterward. Fell flat on my face last month for no good reason. Broke my foot moving a shelf. Broke my arm falling two feet off a couch, got a bone bruise on my knee trying to hurdle it. Fell off a treadmill last year and have bits of it permanently embedded in my calf.

The list goes on and on.

The ER staff in my university town practially know me by name. At home, both my parents work at the medical centre--good thing, too!

No, no. I am DEFINITELY the child my parents worry about.

[Grog]

Run It, Ride it:

You rock!!!

[CyclChyk]

geez RUN IT - if you were a cat you'd be dead......

Glad to hear you survived it all.