We live in a quiet street where nothing happens unless you consider one resident having been to prison for manufacturing illicit drugs, a happening.
On Sunday morning Alfie and the boy next door came flying in through the front door and grabbed my i-phone and took off in bare feet. I wondered what all the excitement was about and as I chased after them I noticed that two doors down and in the direction the boys were running, was a fire truck.
I couldn’t smell smoke so I wasn’t sure what sort of an emergency it was that brought them to our neighbourhood but Alfie is sure he has the story straight and his interpretation is that the mother living in the house had been having trouble fitting a new baby seat into her car so she called emergency services for assistance and they sent around four firemen in a fire truck.
Who knew there was such a service!
With no real danger to speak of the boys asked if they could have a turn in the fire truck and Alfie handed one of the firemen my i-phone and with nothing more pressing to do, he took a photo of the ecstatic boys.
Sadly, it wasn’t long before the fire truck had to head back to the station and it was only after it had disappeared into the distance that we noticed a lot of blood coming from Alfie’s foot.
‘Your foot’s bleeding, Alfie’.
‘Oh yeah, I know’.
‘Well how did that happen?’
‘It was when I saw the fire truck but I didn’t want to tell you. I think it’s glass ’cause it’s still in my foot.’
‘Well you shouldn’t be running around with glass in your foot. Come inside and I’ll have to look at it’. (Through the week I did remember seeing broken glass outside the house next door and as I crunched over it I kept thinking, ‘I must sweep that up’, but then I’d come inside and forget all about it. Too late now!)
Suddenly, this bright and happy child was in agony and absolutely hysterical. He wouldn’t let me look at it or touch it or talk about it. I wasn’t in the mood for a performance so I put him in the car and to calm him down we stopped at a convenience store and I bought him a few treats. We ended up at the medical centre where we’ve become quite well known and were taken through to the treatment room where we patiently waited for the doctor to arrive. Some fool had left the jar of jelly babies on the counter right there in front of us so we had a few of those and by the time the doctor arrived Alfie was back in good spirits.
His foot was cleaned and then because it was a relatively large piece of glass it could easily be grabbed with a pair of tweezers and out it came. Alfie did find that a bit painful! He was bandaged up and we came home and he ran around with the boy next door for about four more hours in bare feet and like nothing had happened.
And when he went to bed he said, ‘I’ve had the best day’.
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