A few days ago Marissa was scootering through the house on her scooter when she somehow clipped the side of her ankle. She calmly set the scooter down and sat on the chair to examine the scrape. All seemed fine until she noticed a dab of blood on the surface of her ankle. And that's when the dramatics began. My kids, probably like most kids, seem to automatically associate blood with pain. And upon seeing the spot of blood she began sobbing and moaning, "It hurts...it hurts...it hurts!" over and over again. Her sisters and I comforted her and told her that we thought she would be just fine because it was just a small scrape. But she sobbed, "But there's BLOOD!" as though her foot were dripping with blood or something. We pointed out that it wasn't really bleeding and that it was just a spot of blood. She refused to walk, instead choosing to hop around with her leg tucked up under her like a flamingo, all the while in tears. Someone was dispatched for a bandaid, but even that little trick didn't help. My sympathy waning, I finally had her lay on the couch with a pillow under her head and an ice pack on her ankle and I popped in her favorite movie. Her younger sister faithfully lay next to her on the couch, with a box of saltine crackers between the two of them, happily munching away as they became absorbed in the movie. After the movie as over, Marissa got up, all smiles and continued about her day as though she had never been 'hurt'.
I'm pretty sure it was eating a whole sleeve-and-a-half of saltine crackers that made her feel better.
~and such is the life of a little drama queen...
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