Day had a bad accident in the morning and I take credit. It happened in the bathroom while the floor was slick with water, the maid having just hosed it down.
I found a pile of shit in his nappy and after cleaning him up, wanted to bring him out of the bathroom so I could dump the shit in the toilet bowl and flush it down. He refused to go out, insisted on bringing down his bathtub, stepping into it and sitting down. So I let him.
I turned to settle the shit and before I knew it, he had walked out of his bathtub and stepped over the kerb to get out of the toilet. No prizes for guessing what happened next: He slipped backward and his head bounced on the kerb with loud "thud" which my maid could hear a few rooms away.
That's the kerb.
He bawled. But what horrified me was the huge bump, the size of a jackfruit seed, which bloomed at the back of his head within minutes.
I didn't help when the maid scolded me for not taking care of his safety... that just made me feel so much better. Like she was his mom and I was the maid.
The lump is still there and is starting to get bigger and softer, like an over-ripe fruit. I don't know what's happening in there but thankfully, Day seems OK.
When his por-por got back, she quipped that he's become stupid. But when he dutifully touched his head after she asked him "where's your head?" in Cantonese, she changed her mind.
Brrr... it's chilling knowing how much worse the outcome of that little accident could have been. How careless I am.
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