Not Bruce, apparently
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So I went to bed last night utterly exhausted after four hours sleep the night before and three hours of talking at work (I had a new staff member I had to show the ropes, and talking is exhausting to us introverts). And at 3:15am the phone rang. I sat up with visions of parents in hospital running through my head, while Andy flailed zombie-like at the alarm clock.
'Hello' says I.
"Bruce? Is that you?" says a voice on the other end of the line.
"I think you have the wrong number," I say.
Phone hangs up.
It's 3:15am, I think. 3:15am!
We lie down and pass out again.
Sometime later Ashwyn gets in bed with us. The radio is not going, but it seems kind of lighter than normal, so I check the time. It is an hour after the alarm normally goes off. Andy had switched it off in the night. I leap out of bed and rush about like the proverbial chook.
Now my brain hurts.
Still I suppose it's a good thing Ashwyn is not a slug-a-bed like his siblings (or his parents!) or I would have been late to work.
In other news Ashwyn almost knocked out another of his teeth the other day. For those who are unaware, Ashwyn knocked out one of his front teeth when he was thirteen months old. He wandered out into the garden and managed to find a place where he could fall onto a screw sticking out of an old piece of wood. There was a good reason we used to call him Danger Baby. That child couldn't fall over without landing on a corner. Anyway, the dentist wouldn't put it back in, and he's had a distinctly piratical gap ever since. The other day he was apparently trying to get into a tupperware tub which had some cookies in it. He couldn't pry the lid off with his fingers, so he decided he would try it with his teeth. And all he pried loose was one of his teeth.
Given he is nearly six he was probably close to losing it anyway, but it looked rather alarming the next day. I think the gum was just a bit bruised, because it seems ok now, and we called the dentist and they didn't seem particularly disturbed, so we'll just wait for it to fall out I suppose.
'Hello' says I.
"Bruce? Is that you?" says a voice on the other end of the line.
"I think you have the wrong number," I say.
Phone hangs up.
It's 3:15am, I think. 3:15am!
We lie down and pass out again.
Sometime later Ashwyn gets in bed with us. The radio is not going, but it seems kind of lighter than normal, so I check the time. It is an hour after the alarm normally goes off. Andy had switched it off in the night. I leap out of bed and rush about like the proverbial chook.
Now my brain hurts.
Still I suppose it's a good thing Ashwyn is not a slug-a-bed like his siblings (or his parents!) or I would have been late to work.
In other news Ashwyn almost knocked out another of his teeth the other day. For those who are unaware, Ashwyn knocked out one of his front teeth when he was thirteen months old. He wandered out into the garden and managed to find a place where he could fall onto a screw sticking out of an old piece of wood. There was a good reason we used to call him Danger Baby. That child couldn't fall over without landing on a corner. Anyway, the dentist wouldn't put it back in, and he's had a distinctly piratical gap ever since. The other day he was apparently trying to get into a tupperware tub which had some cookies in it. He couldn't pry the lid off with his fingers, so he decided he would try it with his teeth. And all he pried loose was one of his teeth.
Given he is nearly six he was probably close to losing it anyway, but it looked rather alarming the next day. I think the gum was just a bit bruised, because it seems ok now, and we called the dentist and they didn't seem particularly disturbed, so we'll just wait for it to fall out I suppose.
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