Friday, February 1, 2008

"We Gotta Get Outta Here"















This last Wednesday night we experienced a joyous event that all young parents will go through at some point in time - Our first emergency trip to the doctor who, as luck would have it, is also our brother. We were enjoying a quiet night at home, which at the Heap house, usually involves a peaceful atmosphere, stimluating conversation, light opera, and whatever inane degenerate reality show FOX has forced upon us. (Stupid writer's strike!) When suddenly, the peace of our home, was broken by a screaming Gavin bolting into our family room. This is not unusal at the Heap house. What was unusual was the inch long cut on his hand fountaining blood onto our kitchen floor. Upon questioning our young son as to what had occured he calmly explained that a "shark had got him." (Shark attacks are also not a usual occurence at the Heap household.)
So, we put in a call to our family surgeon, who was having dinner with a friend at the time, and with paper towel for a bandage, we headed off to Greg's office.
"It takes a village" they say and in this situation I would have to agree. With Grandma Heap pinning his body down, Daddy holding his hand down, Dr. Stewart doing the sewing and Mommy assisting the good doctor...it sure felt like a village. After Greg had cleaned the wound, mind you the surgery hadn't yet begun, Gavin states in a whisper, "I don't like the doctor." to which we all laughed. But the laughing had just begun. As we got further and further into the stitching, Gavin said all sorts of things bringing on chuckles from all, but the one thing he kept repeating was, "We gotta get outta here." He said it to each one of us in turn, "Mommy, we gotta get outta here," "Daddy, we gotta get outta here," etc. in the hopes that one of us would hear his cries and we would, well, get him outta there.
Finally, when all was stitched and bandaged up, Gavin hopped down from that table, looked up at Grandma Heap and said, "We gotta get outta here...we better run." I guess he didn't want any further torture to occur that night.
On the way home, Gavin received an Oreo blizzard for good behavior, and we also picked up a steel mesh diving suit to protect against future shark attacks.

10 comments:

Pedaling said...

goodness! so where did he find that shark, in sunny Az?

he is a funny boy.

K-10 said...

Wow! That is quite the cut. Poor little guy. He is going to freak out next time we are all at Mom's at Greg walks in. He'll go screaming through the room like a banshee! Another page in the Gavin says the darndest things book.

Rachel Stewart said...

Loved the story...sorry that it was at Gavin's expense. Still so curious about the "shark" and how he got his cut. Don't you love a doctor in the family?

Mom H said...

Poor Gavin! You know you guys could make some money by showing your shark. Just think of it. People would be coming in large groups to your house to see Gavin's shark. I hope he doesn't get attacked again and I hope he can mend his relationship with his doctor!

Melissa-Aaron said...

Well when I asked him what happened today, he did tell me that It was a shark!! I guess your story explains it! Would you guys just keep your kids away from the dangerous pedators in the ocean?! Gees!!

Checketts Bunch: said...

The story is even better the second time around. We are laughing our heads off. Jason said that he has no doubts that the tape measurer did that. Poor guy. But a hilarious story nevertheless. HE IS THE BEST!

Melissa-Aaron said...

Thnks for the compliment! That made my day! running a 1/2 marathon is nothing compared to raising to kids! You're awsome

K-10 said...

Ok Jamie, your done with the show, we need an update!

K-10 said...

I'm going to post a comment everyday on here till you do something new!

Checketts Bunch: said...

Okay Jamie - Throw us a bone! Anything!