Asa always seemed older than his years, even at 1 or 2 years. But like all toddlers, he could certainly choose his moments. For example, I had been out of town for almost a week and it was the first time my husband had been at home with both boys by himself. Believe me, San Francisco felt like a million miles from home at the time. Without incident, Sean pulled off his week with Super Daddy skill. It wasn't until the moment, two blocks from Asa's school, that the Ism of Asa struck.
Sean and I are riding in the car, he'd picked me up from the airport moments ago. My cell phone rings...it's Asa'a day care. "Angela, how soon can you get here?" Not the words a mommie wants to hear after being away from her babies for a week. We rush those final blocks to find Asa sitting wide-eyed in the directors office with a ice bag stuck to his face.
Evidently in his eagerness to play (forshadowing of the years to come), Asa fell and bit completely through his bottom lip. HE WASN'T EVEN CRYING! So we rush him to the emergency room and wait for an hour in a freezing cold exam room for the doctor to tell us it's no big deal and won't require stiches. $100 please and see yourself out.
To this day, Asa still has a scar and comes home weekly with incident write-ups...tripped over his shoes outside and bashed his head against the slide, playing with a friend and smacked himself in the face with a dump truck...you see where I'm going.
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