We went on a Sunday drive a few weeks back...it was a beautiful day. Travis and Wyatt were exploring a new place hoping to find a good fishing hole. They started hiking around when Garrett woke up from his nap. The boys each found a hiking stick and they were fighting every bad bush and tree there. When it was time to go back to the truck the boys went off up the hill...they were supposed to be on the road with us. We told Wyatt to drop the stick, and that's when he fell down and stood up holding his eye. I think Travis made it up the hill in about 2 big leaps, that's a pretty tricky feat when your heart has stopped!
After examination, we found that Wyatt's eye was intact. We raced to the river for some cold water. Wyatt was so very lucky that he did not poke his eye out. He is well and has no repercussions from this incidence. I hope that he will remember the lesson of obedience. If he and Garrett had continued on their journey, they would have come upon a cliff with rocks at the bottom that they could not have seen, but Travis and I saw.
How grateful I am for a loving Father in Heaven that can see dangers ahead and warn us, if we but listen.
Some of the kids at school started calling him, "Scarface."
On a happy note, the Tooth Fairy has been busy at our house with Wyatt's 4th loose tooth!
"Wyatt pull that tooth!"
2 comments:
Wow, I am glad he was okay. His poor eye. Also, I thought losing teeth was the worst. I let them hang on forever, too.
Please Please pull the tooth. It's painful to look at just hanging there! LOL!
I'm sure happy to hear that he didn't lose an eye! You can tell him to tell his friends who are calling him scarface, that chics dig scars! That's what we are teaching Ian! LOL!
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