If you ever want to know the truth, ask a 4 year old.

Tonight, in the spirit of keeping the score equal (Sarah's trips to the hospital (aside from BEING BORN) - 3, Ben - 1 big one) , and because we haven't been to Emerg for a while, we found ourselves on the way to good old Penticton Regional. As though I don't spend enough time there, even though I am cutting back at work - really I am, and I love it! But I digress......

Where was I? Yes, on the way to the hospital.

Sarah, Ben and I had been playing after dinner -- well, **confession here** I was actually pinning him down to cut his grodie toe nails, and yes, I have to pin him down, and yes they were grossly long. But this time, it was a bit fun, and he wasn't screaming bloody murder. So I felt ahead of the game a bit. So Ben starts yelling, 'save me, save me' -- which is another game we play, so don't go calling children's services just yet -- and Sarah grabbs his arm to pull him out from under the 'tickle monster' (me). In the process, poor Benny's elbow got hurt.

Even worse, it was his left arm, and one thing you should know about Ben is that he sucks his left thumb and OoEe's right ear. Always.

So when he was upset, and wouldn't sunk his thumb, I knew there was a problem. That, and his left arm hung limply at his side, he cried alot, and then he told me his elbow hurt. Gotta love it when they can talk! :)

Off we went to the hospital. Travis couldn't come with us as he was doing a presentation for Penticton City council - believe me a WHOLE other story that I could totally bore you with, but has actually overshadowed our lives for the past 5 months or so, so I'll leave it for another time.

Anyhow, as we're standing in line to check in with the receptionist at the front, an RCMP came in. He was probably around my age, and a friendly guy, so we were talking a bit. The kids were pretty impressed, and said hi, and Sarah proceeded to carry on telling him all sorts of random details.
"Why are you here?"
"This is my computer." (a leap pad)
"We painted today at preschool and then we fingerpainted, and I got my hands dirty."
"I'm 4, my birthday was Semtember 4th."
"This is my brother, he's hurt."

"So why do you always pull my dad over?"


He thought that was pretty funny. And, I have to clarify, it's not always, right honey?

In the end, Benny had just dislocated his elbow, and after a brief wait, the Dr came in, poked around at his elbow a bit, and ta-da, everything was all better.

Said my Benny as he waved both hands in the air, "I'm not crying anymore!"