Yesterday, my 3-year old big boy baby (D) was kicked in the nose by a 7-year old boy:-)… and his nose bled. Rough play by the big boy… just play, but rough, very, very rough.
Before we started with our bedtime story:
D: Mommy, I hear my heart has a sound.
Me: Oh…. that’s the beating of your heart. Let me listen.
(and I pressed my ears to his heart)
Me: That means your heart pumps blood so it can go all over your body.
D: So it can go to my body… and to my nose?
Me: Yes, your legs, your arms, your head, your nose.
D: Because… because… we will die if our heart has no sound and so we will have no blood?
Me: Well, yes we will get sick if the heart stops sending blood to our body.
D: So, I won’t die when ___ kick me in the nose?
Me: Oh, that one we will never allow to happen again.
I’m sure he will never forget the function of the heart. Experience, after all, is the greatest teacher.