ER, nearly 911, and the construction of the skull

About a year ago, when Eddie got on his feet, I (half) joked that he would put himself or me in the ER before he was two. As of last week: achievement unlocked.

Today, I was THIS CLOSE to calling 911. My stubborn little lion got his head stuck between the bars of the dining room railing. Really. I mean that's one of those things that I always thought was ridiculous and impossible...like, can't you just slick his head with oil and slip him out? Apparently not.

By the way: WHY NOT? How is the skull constructed that allows it to squeeze one way and not the other way? Is this some holdover from birth because he's so young? I mean I don't get the physics of it.

Anyway, my sister and brother in law are the awesomist. I'll say it: they are my favorite people today. Probably all week. Oh, and Grace rocks, too--she came to distract the pilloried toddler. Ellen held me together and supervised; John did the work. And man...he's the reason I still have a railing, the smart man. I think I owe him chocolate.

As for young Simba...in eight days of summer vacation, we've been to the ER and nearly needed the jaws of life. I don't know if I'm happy we're getting this over with now, or I fear what the rest of this summer has in store.