Attention guys: this is going to hurt just to read it… you’ve been warned.

I just got back from our yearly trip to Naples, Florida (more on that to come).  I was delayed getting out of Cleveland so I didn’t get in to Naples until around 2:15 AM on Wednesday (huge thanks to my father-in-law for picking me up).  Obviously the boys were sleeping so I didn’t get to see them that night.  The next morning, I was awakened rather early by my two bundles of joy that wanted to see daddy.  Talk about an ego boost!  I don’t care how tired I was it was awesome to see them.

So as we’re going about our morning, C informs me that he needs to “Go peeps” which is a good thing as he’s essentially done with potty training at this point.  I accompanied him into the bathroom where he stood there and did his business.  He’s the happiest little boy you’ll ever want to meet but he tends to get distracted.  So as he’s standing there finishing up, he’s playing with the toilet seat – putting it up, putting it down.  Until… he dropped it.

Right on his little manhood.

*CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE*

Needless to say he’s screaming bloody murder and I’m trying to figure out what the hell just happened.  By the time I saw “it” he’d turned black and blue with a nice little blood “blister”.  Ouch.  Through all of his screams and sobs he managed to get out one coherent sentence: “I need an ice block.”

Over the next couple of days he continued to report that, “My penis is still pink” but I’m happy to report that things are returning to normal and he no longer plays with the toilet seat.

Oh… and that’s not even the reason we went to he hospital that day… stay tuned for THAT story…