Tonawanda News — For my part, I was too busy consoling Jim, who must have thought the world — or perhaps just his brother — had gone crazy. One minute, focused on playing with his beloved keyboard, the next ... wham. I suspect he took a knee or foot to the eye, but what originally seemed to be a shiner in the making faded blessedly quickly. No harm done. Thank heavens.
Jim settled back to his keyboard and I confronted the architect of the near-disaster, the would-be Olympian who was hiding out and hoping I’d just forget about it. No such luck.
And I uttered those six little words.
Big blue eyes widened at me, then blinked and were downcast. “I don’t know. I don’t know, Mommy.” Peek. Is she still mad? Flutter, flutter went the eyelashes.
He had to apologize to Jimmy and spend some time without his favorite toy, but things were soon back to normal. Soon they were both stretched out in the living room, playing with their trains. No hard feelings, apparently.
Leaving me to stand there, and watch them and wonder ... what on earth was he thinking?
What do you say? What is the thought process behind “I think I’ll try to jump over my brother!”? I sincerely doubt it was anymore than just that: “I think I’ll try to jump over my brother!”
I’m sure it seemed like a wonderful idea at the time. No malice, no forethought, no thought at all, honestly. I’m sure in his mind, that entire scene was supposed to have gone much more smoothly. (I later discovered that he’d scraped and bruised his own knee when skidding on the hardwood floor after the tumble.)
Jim’s not immune to it either, although I do daresay he has the common sense a practical nature and an additional few years of age bring. His own “WOEWYT” moments have more to do with, “Hmm, I wonder what happens if I try to pour apple juice on this gadget?” or “What happens if I flush THIS down the toilet?” (Of a scientific bent, is our James.)