Crutch

…damnit. That didn’t work.

M’boy’s mother had texted me on Friday to say that he’d turned an ankle, badly spraining it whilst chasing after his sister, so I was prepared for the crutches, but I still felt my heart go out to him when he came swinging out with a big grin on his face.

Somehow they seem to have made him even more chatty and cheerful, but he’s dealing with it well - aside from having to miss out on football for this week at least.

It was The Youngest’s first trip to Cubs this evening without her brother there and whilst I think she still enjoyed it, she was quite open about missing him. 

Whilst I don’t like to see my children in pain or struggling with something, I have enjoyed the increased amount of cuddles with them this evening.

Just missing The Eldest now who is still recovering after her trip to Iceland with her mum last week.