Going Bonkers

We went to a birthday party at Going Bonkers today. We've never been there before and were excited to check it out. It was impressive. It is one giant climbing structure. I can't even explain how big it was except that it wrapped around a large part of the inside of the building and was about four levels high complete with tunnels, slide, ropes to swing on, etc. Nicholas played with his friends for a while but eventually he came over, grabbed my hand and said, "C'mon Mommy! Let's go climb together!". Well, I can't resist that sweet face so up I went. It was a lot of fun climbing and sliding around. They didn't have cool things like this when I was a kid. However, each time that I'd go up with him I would somehow get left behind as he apparently does not have the same pull of gravity that I do and therefore can climb much faster than me.

Nicholas enjoyed birthday cake and fruit punch and lots of games in the arcade area.





Then he went running back to the playground for more climbing fun. That's when it happened. The freak accident that I couldn't have foreseen coming. He and another little boy collided with each other as they were both running for an entrance to the playground. They both instantly started crying and the other mom and I just assumed they had just bumped heads or something typical like that. No, not my child. His forehead collided with the other little boy's open mouth and he ended up having teeth marks in his forehead. The other boy was, of course, not happy because I'm sure he felt like his front teeth had just been shoved up into his head. Nicholas did have a cut on his forehead from the "bite", if you can call it that. I cleaned him up and he seemed fine. They were both ok although Nicholas continued to be bothered by his cut. He has been very touchy about injuries ever since he ran into a table in Louisiana which resulted in a bad cut on his head and he saw his blood all over my face and both of our clothes. Now he can just barely bump himself into something and he will run over to us and ask in a panicked voice, "Is there blood coming out?!" Well, today that is all he kept saying. We would be climbing along and playing just fine but every five minutes or so he would tear up and ask me again, "Is there blood coming out?" Finally, I got a band-aid from one of the attendants, patched him up and kissed the boo-boo. Nicholas was suddenly back to his carefree, happy self. There isn't much that a band-aid and a kiss can't fix!