Not me, the Wife. Over the weekend, the Wife and boy were playing football outside (American football, as opposed to what the rest of the world calls football, although they are interchangeable for him) when the Wife
'tackled' Mr. B a touch too hard (or so he claims).
Mr. B had no problem running around the house after the 'accident' and jumping around while watching "Wipeout". When it came time for dinner, however, all of a sudden is side hurt. He couldn't get to the table. He had to crawl along the floor like a parched man in the desert toward an oasis.
I'm calling bullshit on him (not quite like that, but close enough), while the Wife is coddling him. Every so often I see a small smirk break through the 'pain', so I know he is bullshitting me. More to the point, the Wife as I wasn't falling for it.
The Wife let him out of eating all of the chili and let him watch more 'Wipeout' after dinner. (Suddenly he could bounce around with no problems anymore...) Sigh.
The Wife just kept saying that she really did get him pretty good and she is sure that she hurt him. I'm sure she did, at the time, but he is pretty resilient and was demonstrating so on the couch.
Field of Dreams!!
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Once my two little diabetic learned that is they said, "Mommy, I feel low." they discovered that immediately produced food or some other snack. At school, that phrase got them a trip to the nurses office to test sugars and usually that coincided with a test or quiz or anything else they didn't want to do. We have since learned their ways and can head them off, but, Sigh.... kids are WAAAAAAAY smarter than we as adults give them credit for!
nodding
Same thing happens here; I call bullshit, the wife coddles.
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