Owie

Lately theBoy has learned the art of saying 'Ow'. As in when he has one. He will come to one of us, most often theWife (and rightly so), and say 'Ow', then indicate the offending hurty part for a soothing kiss.

It's most cute. As indeed is almost everything he does.

I too have an Owie, though I don't want anyone to have to go through kissing it better.

I bruised my Coccyx.

It's my own fault I suppose. I went down a two story plastic slide. Only it was segmented and the joins of the slide were not completely flush. As my generously ampled arse slid down I managed to bump into the trench of this non flush segment and said owie was inficted.

Fuck me it hurts. I'm taking nurofen for it and sitting weird. I did go down the slide again, but I went on my side. Which meant I lacked control for the descent and kind of whipped around like a luge artist who fell in front of the bobsled. I didn't go again.

I wonder how long it takes for a bruised butt bone to de-bruise? I assume it's only bruised. God I hope so.

After-all, how do you plaster cast an arse?

Ha! Take that "the rain in spain". Plaster cast an arse is a much dandier line.