You fear the ceiling is infested with toddlers, and that one could come crashing through the ceiling tiles at any moment?

"THREE meters!"

"That's impossible, that's inside the room!"

... y'know, it's a good thing my office-mate is out for the day, because I'd have a hell of a time explaining why I just cackled.

And faintly, you can hear them giggling.

Oh my. I just laughed myself silly over the image of toddlers falling through ceiling tiles onto ita's desk.

That's it. I need to go home. This place is looking more and more dangerous by the second.

But surely you could krav the toddlers?

Tivo is recording Superbowl X highlights for me. This is actually a step up from the sitcoms I usually end up watching while waiting for the real shows to come on.

I'm betting the wee bit of plaster looks almost unbearably cute.

Yeah, it looks pretty cool. I think we'll keep it and frame it.

I hope he gets his friends to sign his cast.

This came up. Emmett suggested maybe just initials since there wasn't a lot of surface area, but the doctor said No Signing. (Because putting pressure on the nose is counter productive in this instance.)

Emmett was fine through the whole thing until the very end when they took out the IV. Which apparently hurt quite a lot, at least in his opinion.

His Mom went into the OR with him (dressed in disposable scrubs). He went out almost instantly and she came back to the waiting room in tears. I think it was just release, but also just...it's a little scary to see your kid go lights out.

The anesthesiologist obligingly offerred him several flavors for his gas mask (which he also got to keep). He opted for strawberry. (They just put a drop of scent inside the mask itself - they don't blend strawberries with the gas.)

Apparently the first thing Emmett said on awakening, was "Well, that was an interesting dream."

He was very thoughtful and chatty after the whole thing. Though he didn't like the IV one bit. At least they inserted it after he was under general anesthesia, so he didn't feel it going in. Our last nurse entered the room asking how he was doing and got an earful of "Well, the problem is this thing in my arm. It really hurts. Okay, maybe only a 3 on a scale of 10, but I drank my Sprite and I think it can come out now."

He's at his Mom's house tonight and tomorrow. I've got him on the weekend, and next Monday he goes back to school and can tell war stories.

I'm really glad he's okay.

but I drank my Sprite and I think it can come out now.

BWAHAHAHA!! Love Emmett.

I'm really glad he's okay.

Moi aussi. I feel kind of like a big baby since I know other parents have to go through heart surgeries and cleft palate repair and much bigger trauma. But in 8 1/2 years, this is only the second time Emmett's ever even been to an emergency room. (He's very active, but he's just balanced and in control mostly.)