One day, I set out to the playground with my 8-year old son. He asks if he can take two of his telescoping lightsabers with him. My knee-jerk reaction is: "No way, you are going to have a sword fight and someone will get poked in the eye!"
But at this particular moment, I remember how much I have been over-supervising my son. I think about how I have been telling him to put down sticks, whenever his friends are playing with them, when, as a child of his age, I used to actively throw sticks at my friends.*
So, I make an exception:"You can take your lightsabers with you, if you agree to play safely and bring them home when you are done."
Fast forward...
I am sitting on a bench watching my son on a swing, lightsaber in hand. As I am telling him to put the lightsaber down, he and his friend (standing on the ground) start to have a swordfight.Within seconds, my son is screaming, after his friends lightsaber apparently hits him directly in the eye! Aghast, I run over to my son...
I am in disbelief and, truth be told, annoyed with my son. I chastise myself for "being so stupid." Immediately, I put my arm around my son and try to simultaneously calm him down and distract him so that I can ascertain if there is any damage to his eye: the lid can operate, no signs of discoloration, yet there is a bruise just outside of the eyeball (on the socket).
A near miss, Thank God!
* While playing in the woods unsupervised...
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