We went out for an adventure today -- just another rainy-day trip to Underwater World-- and afterward had a few minutes to wait at the bus stop. The boys sat nicely on the bench, but before long Arram got agitated and started yelling, 'Help, Mama! Help, Mama!'
What was the problem? The metal bus stop bench had little holes drilled in it. They were just the right size to stick two-year-old fingers into. And, two-year-old fingers being chubby little things, to resist letting them being pulled out again. Arram had been ensnared by his curiosity and was dancing about and hollering his concern.
In a caring and empathetic response which will surely be Item #1 on my Mother of the Year nomination form, I managed to stop giggling long enough to aim the camera under the bench to snap a photo.
Then I got to work extricating him-- the bus was due to arrive in three minutes so this was definitely a McGyver situation. I assessed the likely tools in my backpack: water bottle, baby wipes, and lip balm. Those should work, right? I hope! Amiri helpfully reminded me that we can always call a fire truck to come and help.
A little splash of water was all it took to release the hole's grip on Arram's finger, and we were able to catch the bus as planned, none of us any worse for wear. But, I think Amiri was disappointed that the fire truck wouldn't be needed after all.
What was the problem? The metal bus stop bench had little holes drilled in it. They were just the right size to stick two-year-old fingers into. And, two-year-old fingers being chubby little things, to resist letting them being pulled out again. Arram had been ensnared by his curiosity and was dancing about and hollering his concern.
In a caring and empathetic response which will surely be Item #1 on my Mother of the Year nomination form, I managed to stop giggling long enough to aim the camera under the bench to snap a photo.
Then I got to work extricating him-- the bus was due to arrive in three minutes so this was definitely a McGyver situation. I assessed the likely tools in my backpack: water bottle, baby wipes, and lip balm. Those should work, right? I hope! Amiri helpfully reminded me that we can always call a fire truck to come and help.
A little splash of water was all it took to release the hole's grip on Arram's finger, and we were able to catch the bus as planned, none of us any worse for wear. But, I think Amiri was disappointed that the fire truck wouldn't be needed after all.
4 comments:
Oh what a wonderful childhood story! You and the boys will treasure it always. A very special bonding took place here....you are indeed "Mother of the Year" in my book!
In your entry for July 16, 2010, you showed us Amiri in front of a fire truck. He has a good memory and a good point. What a good helper he is.
oh there are so many stories like this involving my beloved nieces and nephews. For example, one kid ended up with a hanger halfway down the throat in a department store! I love the fatty little finger - poor Arram. I am glad it all turned out to be OK after all.
Saima
It was a really cute moment.
Wait, a hanger down the THROAT??
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