BigBoy bumped his knee on the wall this evening, just before dinner. When I say bumped, I mean “WHACK!!!!!” He hit that wall so hard, had to check the wall for damage. Anyway, after his little run in with the wall, he said it hurt to walk. Well, I’ll bet, dude! I said he probably bruised his knee, but he insisted that hurt really bad. I checked him out, and there was no swelling, he couldn’t even narrow down a sore spot. He just said that there was “a ball of hurtie dust” in his knee, then he ran after his big brother to play Bioncles or something. A few minutes later, he couldn’t decide if it was his foot or his knee that hurt, plus, he was walking fine, all while telling me it hurt to walk. I looked at it again. There is a ticklish spot under his pinkie toe, but nothing in the knee that indicated damage. BigBoy was not convinced however, and vowed he wanted to go to the hospital it hurt so bad, a statment he made while kneeling in his chair at dinner time. So, I called Gramma for advice.
Gramma said it sounded more like he wanted some special attention then was truly hurt. I agree, because I know this boy, and I know the situation in our house right now. I know the poor kid is feeling stressed a bit, and a fake owie for attention is a very real possiblity.
So, Gramma, with wisdom gained from years of experience with little hypochondriacs children, suggested mixing up a “Special Cure”, otherwise known as a teeny bit of Olive Oil. Rub it into the knee, all while telling him that if he rests the knee for tonight, it would be all better in the morning becuz of the “special medicine.” So I did. I added an Ace Bandage at BigBoy’s request, and a Reece’s Peanut Butter Heart, that I let him eat out on the couch with his leg up.
It seems to have worked. He said it was feeling better when I got him dressed in his jammies. So, in the morning, we’ll take off the Ace Bandage and see what he says. But I think the “hurtie dust” has been successfully banished. At least for this time around.
ha..! thts funny, he wants to go to the hospital, an than takes off running to go play…! No pain no gain, huh…?
Hey, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups would work for me, as well!!! Great way of handling the “crisis” with Big Boy. You’re a great mom!