Gavi has always been the most physical of our children. He is the daredevil, the speed demon, and the thug. He usually sports a couple of bruises, not to mention the scars he's already accumulated. He's had more black eyes than the rest of us combined (excepting me. I had a tendency towards them as a kid, but only in the weirdest of circumstances). Amazingly though, Gavi has never sent us to the emergency room... until now.
At age 3+ Jesse fell from his dresser, where he had been separating his carnivorous dinosaurs from his herbivorous dinosaurs, and broke his arm. At age 4 Keren rolled off a toboggan and broke her leg. Both of these injuries were common childhood accidents with predictable breaks. But predictable and common are not good enough for Gavi. Oh no! Gavi is dapper, classy, and unique. Gavi falls with style.
After an amazing session at camp this summer (just hours after Sean & I left camp), Gavi and a friend decided that a raid on his sister's cabin, just to knock on the windows and scare the girls, would be a great idea. They snuck around the back of the cabin, pounded on the wall and window, and turned to run. That cabin abuts a sheer rock face, and the camp eruv** (or maybe just a clothesline, but Gavi said eruv) runs behind it. Gavi clotheslined himself on the eruv, giving himself a rope burn to the neck, and swung out under it, raising himself high enough that when he fell to the ground on his back he fractured his clavicle. I can picture it like something out of a muppet movie.
It's never good when school or camp calls home, especially on the last morning after the busses were supposed to depart. It's worse when it's the camp doctor. Surprising it is not.
**Eruv is a ritual fence that defines a neighborhood, allowing Jews to carry certain objects on Shabbat by creating a shared private domain encompassing private and public areas.
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