Our child is busted. Not busted as in when you are caught doing something naughty…busted as in broken, ill, not well.
He has literally been sick all winter. He has had everything from a cough to hand, foot, and mouth disease, to colds, viruses, and the like. Just this past week, he has had croup which has morphed into a severe cold complete with yellow, pussy eyes. In addition, his eczema has flared up, this time all over his face. He is a mess, I tell you.
Well, to top it all off, today Tracy and I took him to McDonald’s for lunch. Every time we passed the McDonald’s play area on the way home from school last week, Davis would point and say, “Look at that, Mommy.” But because temperatures were below freezing, I promised him we would go another day. Today, since it was 65 and sunny, we headed to McDonald’s. After about 15 minutes of playtime and feeding Ronald McDonald french fries, Davis came walking over to the picnic area which is floored with a smooth tile-like material. The combination of the tiles and the smooth soles of his croc knock-offs created a perfect environment for tumbles. He slipped, fell face first and busted his lip. He didn’t just bump it, he busted it. So now, his face is covered in eczema, his nose and eyes are crusted with yellow snot and he has a big, fat, purple, busted lip.
February is getting off to a rough start.