Imagine my horror, seeing Twin A topple down the stairs. End over end she fell, smashing her head and face on the way down. I actually caught her mid fall before she hit the bottom.
"What happened?!" I yelped at her, but mostly at Twin B.
"Lay-lay pushed me," she said in between sobs. Lay-lay is what Twin A calls Twin B. It sounds nothing like Twin B's actual name. That's just what she's always called her sister.
The look of death was shot in Twin B's direction. She burst into tears, then Pickles burst into tears. Lord have mercy. The Dude swoops in and starts being, well, a man about it. Overreacting and scaring the kids more. In my calmest, yet freaked out voice I tell him to call his mother and get his shoes on, we were going to urgent care.
Like a friggen chicken with it's head cut off, The Dude runs around the living room, not knowing what to do. "Urgent care? Are they open? I think they're closed. Oh man, we're gonna be in the ER all night!"
A quick check of my urgent care pamphlet reveals that they are NOT closed, which I had already told him, but he didn't believe me. I carry Twin A to the car, her mouth full of blood. She had stopped crying by this point and was excited about going to the doctor. The Dude takes one look at the still crying Twin B and Pickles and declares that he will take Twin A and that I should stay home with the others. Fine. Whatever. A few minutes later his mother pulls up, hops in our truck and they pull off. WHOA! What the hell? Why am I the one left behind? I'm the MOTHER for cripes sakes!
I calm the kids down and bathe them. Twin B starts to ask if Twin A will get a sucker and if she might get one too. Seriously kid??
Anyway, in less than an hour, Twin A was seen and discharged. Sent home with ONE sucker and a scrip for antibiotics. She damn near bit through her lip. It looks gnarly dude.
Looks about a brazillion times worse this morning. She's alright though. She came home, gave her sister her sucker (she's a better person than I am!) and asked for TWO hot dogs. I've never seen this kid eat that much....ever. yes, I feed my children hot dogs. Yes, I know what they're made of.
I honestly don't think Twin B was trying to hurt her sister. I think she wanted her to move and they just so happened to be on the stairs at the time.
On a side note: when I went to Walgreen's to get her prescription I discovered that the store brand children's Tylenol and Motrin were on sale two for one! Sweet deal dude. A quick glance around revealed A LOT of the Walgreen's brand meds were on sale two for one. Check it out and stock up!