Like Mother, Like Son

Well, Peter's at it again. He fell on his left arm yesterday, and while we're hoping that it won't be broken, I think it's wishful thinking on our part. The good news is that no one (other than me) is particularly worried -- I keep calling the doctors and nurses at his pediatricians, and they all tell me that this is normal for a 10-year-old klutz. Um, I mean boy!

Anyway, this most recent fall was off the dinosaur at school. Yep, the dinosaur. The playground at the kids' school has a fiberglass dinosaur on it, not sure why, and Peter was climbing on it and fell off. Here's a picture of the dinosaur from a couple of weeks ago when he was being given a new coat of paint:



So, yeah, not a huge fall.

Anyway, the reason this reminds me of my childhood is twofold. First of all, I was not exactly the most graceful of children; my Uncle Mittie did a caraciture of Kathy, Dick and I once; I had scrapes on my nose and chin because I typically DID have scrapes on my nose and chin! I still have the scars from trying to climb out of my high chair and instead slipping and cracking my chin open. I ripped up my knee once because I put my foot down in FRONT of my skateboard rather than on it. My family used to tell me I could trip over a crack in the sidewalk (and they were being kind).

So, yeah, he comes by the klutzyness naturally.

But apparently he comes by the falling-off-of-silly-things naturally, too.

When I was quite small, we lived in Delaware, near the Pennsylvania Dutch section of Pennsylvania. The Pennsylvania Dutch, are, of course, the people who master the art of yummy soft pretzels. Well, apparently they liked their pretzels so much, they would occasionally put a climbing structure in a playground that was shaped like...a pretzel.

And, yeah, I fell out of one once.

So Peter falls off of dinosaurs, and his mother falls out of pretzels. Whatcha gonna do?