Surely every parent has this haunting thought cross their mind? Should I be starting a bank account for years of therapy? Should he be in therapy as I write?
The concern actually came from Hubby.
Apparently a few weeks ago Hubby and Mickey were out and about in the minivan and just as the automatic doors were closing, Mickey spotted a dinosaur left behind on the floor. Mickey lunged forward to grab it and Hubby valiantly pulled Mickey out before his hand was severed. (now I know, the doors are supposed to stop if anything is in its way.. but apparently it did not appear to be stopping.. who knows)
Hubby gave Mickey a lecture. A lecture about how rescuing a small plastic dinosaur could have cost him his hand and he should never ever put his hand in a closing door!
Mickey did not have the response that Hubby was hoping for.
"So," Mickey said thoughtfully, chewing on the information he had just received.
Now this is the disturbing part:
"If I get my hand chopped off by the van door.... CAN I GET A HOOK!!!!?????"
So, what do you think? Therapy?