Despite Dad’s advice about blisters, Corwin managed to pop a big one he had on his heel at soccer practice yesterday evening. I didn’t even notice because I was talking to the one other parent who was out in the “cold”1 and Corwin’s approach to acquiring first aid was to sit on the ground, moaning, and saying “Can’t someone get me a bandaid?” Eventually I noticed and ended up having to carry him off the field to the car for medevac.
I managed to get him home without (much) further injury. Mom made me clean it up with hydrogen peroxide. Corwin asked, before I started, “can I scream extra loud?”. What made the experience extra fun was that something went wrong for Alice just then and she started screaming. Charles had been uncooperative and loud earlier in the evening so I suggested that with just a bit of prodding, we could have all three in full voice simultaneously. Mom, oddly, wasn’t willing to sieze the experience.
We’ll see if Corwin is healed enough to play the last game, this Saturday.
1 All of these people live here, where it gets cold enough that yesterday was only “brisk”. Show some spunk, people! The coach, of course, was wearing shorts. One of the players was too but that wasn’t very pleasant when she took a hard shot of the ball to her naked and cold thighs. Youch.