What would you most likely do in this situation?

You are busy with an important task or watching your favorite show or sports event on TV. You child comes running in the house screaming and with a badly scraped knee. You'd:

1) call the ambulance, police and fire department. On arrival at the hospital you demand every conceivable test and exam be performed by the highest regarded orthopedic doctor in 100 mile radius.

2) cuddle the child and tell them everything will be all right as you dab some disinfectant on the booboo.

3) pointing over your shoulder, you tell them there's a box of bandaids in the bathroom.
 

#2

It struck me as funny, the way it's written out, in the OP.
Perhaps if I had done #3, a few times, they may have turned out better off. :sneaky:

In #1, calling all 3 was funny.
Maybe, hand them your phone, (Or point over your shoulder at it)
with those 3 numbers on speed-dial for them.
:ROFLMAO:
 
Like a father, who is a person that is vaguely aware ther are some short people livng in the house with him. Or the parent that says, "Shut up your crying or I'll give you something to cry about."
 
You are busy with an important task or watching your favorite show or sports event on TV. You child comes running in the house screaming and with a badly scraped knee. You'd:

1) call the ambulance, police and fire department. On arrival at the hospital you demand every conceivable test and exam be performed by the highest regarded orthopedic doctor in 100 mile radius.

2) cuddle the child and tell them everything will be all right as you dab some disinfectant on the booboo.

3) pointing over your shoulder, you tell them there's a box of bandaids in the bathroom.
#2, but you forgot to add in, give the child's boo-boo a little kiss.

My kids could bang, bump, ding, bruise, smack, crack, scrape, scratch, and whatever else they did that would make them cry, and as soon as I hugged them and kissed their boo-boo's, the tears would stop and magically they were all better!
 
This reminded me of the time my son who was 12yrs old at the time came walking up our street holding his arm. I was sitting outside and his arm was bent in half between the wrist and the elbow. I yelled for my husband and when he came out he told my son to go inside so he could check his arm.I screamed and said "His arm is broken and we have to take him to the hospital." I grabbed my son and ran to the car.My husband followed us and of course my son's arm was broken. Until today I can't believe my husband couldn't tell it was broken just by looking at our son's arm.
 
We had just moved into a new condo and I told my 7 year old son, repeatedly, not to play under the stairs. The stair rail hung down and he could get a serious injury. Yup, he played under the stair, cut his head on the stair railing, and came running into the house bleeding like a stuck pig.

I yelled ā€œDonā€˜t get blood on the carpetā€. Yup. He’s never let me forget it. But, hey, it was a brand new carpet and blood is impossible to get out. Quickly, moved him to the kitchen, applied clean dish towel, while reminding him that I told him not to play under the stairs. Tough love. šŸ˜‚
 
We had just moved into a new condo and I told my 7 year old son, repeatedly, not to play under the stairs. The stair rail hung down and he could get a serious injury. Yup, he played under the stair, cut his head on the stair railing, and came running into the house bleeding like a stuck pig.

I yelled ā€œDonā€˜t get blood on the carpetā€. Yup. He’s never let me forget it. But, hey, it was a brand new carpet and blood is impossible to get out. Quickly, moved him to the kitchen, applied clean dish towel, while reminding him that I told him not to play under the stairs. Tough love. šŸ˜‚
ROFLMAO! Your story reminds me of the one in our home, where dad JUST finished laying brand new linoleum in the bathroom, and wouldn't you know it, the very same day, mom went in to use the bathroom (she had taken her cigarette in with her), and she dropped her cigarette on the floor.
 
#3 for sure.... Our daughter was about 3, running tripped and hit the woodstove (summertime) and split her forehead open with about a 1 inch gash.... Im at work, Wife brings her by and I'm using butterfly stitches to pull it together... My director LOST HER MIND.....
Shes yelling at me to take her to the ER.. Head CT... sew it closed..... my reply was why????
She healed up fine... no scar... got her Masters degree before 30... while working full time.. so guess her brain was OK..
 
2 .... although if there was a lot of blood ... I'd probably faint. This happened several times when my lads were young and I just couldn't help it. I was okay once I came round but my lads soon learnt to knock on my neighbour's door and get help. ;)
 

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