A few nights ago we were all relaxing, watching Duck Dynasty re-runs. And I heard a loud THUMP. Then Dustin started screaming bloody murder! The bedroom door flung open and in runs Devin. "I didn't mean to hurt him! We were just playing!" Devin's always "just playing."
Still in the bedroom, Dustin is screaming, "OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! My head!!!"
I've learned by this point in motherhood not to panic. More than likely he's overreacting.
I went to check on the injured. He was thrashing around in the floor, holding the back if his head, screaming.
I made him get up. By the way he was acting, I was just sure he was bleeding profusely.
I was a little afraid to look. But upon further inspection I found no blood, no knot, no cut, NOTHING!
The story I got was this; Devin and Dustin were not wrestling! They were just playing but Devin doesn't know how to play without breaking something. Wether it be a lightbulb, a plate, or his brothers head. Something will get broke.
I have always discouraged the boys from watching WWE. For one, I think it's ridiculously stupid! Two, no matter what boys watch, they think they need to play it.
When Jimmy, my little brother was small, no matter what he watched on t.v., he "played to it."
Power Rangers, Dukes of Hazzard, Rugrats. Didn't matter what it was. He just had to play to it! Thank God he didn't watch Americas Next Top Model!
At one point our dad threatened to make him stop watching Power Rangers altogether because we were all sick of him kicking, punching, and karate chopping everyone in his path.
So, the boys know that wrestling is NOT allowed at our house! Which is really too bad. Because wrestling is a blast. But my boys don't know how to do it without causing serious bodily harm to one another.
After the incident with Dustin's head and the wall, I separated them and told them to "stay away from each other!" Time out for unnecessary roughness.
Devins defense was, "He pushed me first." The truth comes out. Wow!
Dustin laid down on the couch and started to dose off. He was complaining of being dizzy and light headed. So Curtis told him he better not go to sleep. Ya know, just incase he wasn't overreacting.
For the next hour, every time Dustin got up, he stumbled all over the place and his eyes went a little crazy and he kept saying really strange things and crying hysterically.
Daymond and Devin were very entertained by this Dustin.
After the 5th time of them laughing at him and him bursting into tears, I finally told him to just go to bed with me. They couldn't bother him in there.
So, we went to bed. He lifted his head up once in a while, look around kinda goofy eyed, then layed back down. He finally went to sleep. I woke up a few times during the night and checked on him. He was still breathing.
The next morning he claimed that he didn't remember anything from the night before.
I finally said, "Dustin, look at me! Why were you faking last night? I know you remember."
He lost it. Died laughing and fessed up. Yes, it hurt. But maybe he had laid the act on a little thick.
When I ask him why he would do that. He just smiled, shrugged, and walked away.
Me, being the good mom that I am, told him that liars go to hell and eternity was a very long time to spend with Devin. Not really! But I might use that next time. Because I assure you, there will be a next time.
I did try explaining to him that if he was ever seriously hurt, we wouldn't know wether to take him to the emergency room or push him into a corner and ignore him.
I have learned that no matter how well you think you've raise your kids. They're still going to mess up.
Wether it be a lie, stealing a candy bar when their 4 years old, spray painting the side of the house, or texting a potty word and denying it for a year. (Yep...all Dustin) They WILL mess up!
Guess I better go see what today holds. Wish me luck;)
By the way, Dustin's getting a copy of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" for Christmas.
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