Great month so far – ear ache, back spasm, reaction to penicillin. (sigh).
I am not sure who did this. Perhaps it was the delivery person, perhaps the person who received the delivery – but who(m?)ever it was, they leaned the meter high, flat and very heavy package against a column of boxes, with another column of boxes to the left. This left the high, flat very heavy box disguised and unseen.
Boxes are exciting, when I go work to find them in my office, I tell my Preppies something exciting had arrived and ask them to help me open the cartons. They love this, and it’s a great math exercise as we sort, count and work though items. So, one by one we carted the cartons into the classroom. Fortunately, I am very strict about the children not entering the office where all sorts of things are stored. Because after moving and removing one of the columns, that long heavy flat carton stored on it’s side slipped over, pushing a carton out of the way before landing with an almighty crash.
On my foot.
It’s a shame I am not so strict about keeping my footwear on when I am in the classroom. Turns out that carton contained a metal hook on rock climbing wall fixture that annexes onto the gym equipment. Only it was annexed onto my foot instead.
After removing the carton and standing speechless for several minutes – there are no words sometimes, and especially no words to use in the company of five year olds – Jack stood in front of his friends and looked at me quizzically.
“Are you OK, Mrs Rhubarb”?
“I think so Jack. That box really hurt my foot”.
“Mrs Rhubarb, your foot looks squooshed”
I take a look though my half closed eye. “You’re right Jack, My foot does look squooshed.”
“Mrs Rhubarb- I think you need some ice”.
“You may well be right again, Jack. Can you find Mrs C and ask her to help me please?”
“Will you be alright if I leave you, Ms Rhubarb? I can kiss your foot if you like?”
“Jack, you can kiss it through the air (demonstrate kiss and blow) and I will kiss you if you go and get Mrs C just now for me”
“OK, Mrs Rhubarb but don’t go anywhere on your squooshed foot. Oooh look, it’s getting fat now, Mrs Rhubarb. And it’s turning burple….”
“Jack – it does look that colour to me too. Can you find Mrs C …please? “
“Mrs Rhubarb, I getted Mrs C and I kisseded your foot, now can I go and open boxes?”
“Oh, please do Jack, that would be a great help”.
… Later… “Mum, Mrs Rhubarb squished her foot and I helped her and kissed her foot only it wasn’t smelly and and she getted ice and when we go home now she’s going to go home too. And mum, mum, Mrs Rhubarb says I was very helpful and am using my words really well and I could be a doctor when I get big only I am Jack the brave and Jack the brave can do anything ‘cept fixed a sqooshed foot. Mum, did you know Mrs Rhubarb’s foot wented all purple and she had to go to the hosbable? Mum?”
Mrs Rhubarb has 3 broken bones in her foot and has today off school. I hope Jack gets the rest of those cartons open for me.