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    Friday, July 3, 2009

    Accidents Happen. Or Do They?

    My boys have a hard time understanding that accidents happen. For spilled milk and missed turns, they demand a reason.

    I have a theory on this. I’m sure you’re familiar with that automatic “It wasn’t my fault” reaction when

    • Something gets broken
    • Someone gets broken
    • Something nasty ends up someplace it doesn’t belong

    A child, particularly a boy child, learns to say “Was an ackydent, Mommy” about the same time he learns basic cause and effect principles. Like, if I pull on the table cloth, everything on the table comes crashing down on Mommy’s newly cleaned floor. Or, if I whack my brother with a toy hammer, he cries.

    “Accident” to a little boy means, “I did it, but I don’t want to get in trouble.”

    This is why, last week, my boys had trouble understanding when we explained that our family doctor had a hiking accident and broke his kneecap. We stated that we needed to pray for Dr. Vogt to get better, and Chunky quickly agreed. “I’ll pray for Dr. Vogt.”

    But when it came to bedtime prayers, we found ourselves explaining once again.

    Me: Dr. Vogt fell and broke his knee.
    Monkey: Why?
    Kory: Maybe he slipped or tripped.
    Monkey: Why?
    Kory: We don’t know. It was an accident.
    Monkey: Maybe somebody pushed him.

    Let me take a time-out to say that Dr. Vogt is in the running for Man of the Year every year. It’s hard to imagine a kinder person. I’ve called him after hours, panicked about Chunky’s Croup. He’s helped Monkey with his fear of shots by screaming right along with him. Just a few weeks ago, he and his wife visited Mom in the hospital, not just in a medical capacity, but as friends.

    So my response to Monkey went something like this: No one on the face of the earth would ever push Dr. Vogt!!

    Chunky pipes up: Maybe it was a raccoon.

    Then, in Chunky’s typical creative style, he improvised a story about a “bad, mean raccoon” who climbed out of his tree, snuck up behind Dr. Vogt, and pushed him over a cliff!

    Since then, Chunky has added a raccoon hero to the tale. Apparently, this masked, vigilante coon is even now, scouring the foothills for Dr. Vogt’s attacker. Rest easy, citizen hikers. Super Raccoon is on the job!

    We all got a chuckle out of Chunky’s version of the accident, and we’re very thankful that our favorite doctor is on the mend.

    Here’s a picture of him smiling after he hiked back down the mountain with his broken knee.


    crownring said...

    If would seem your boys have inherited their rich imaginations and story- telling ability from their mother and grandmother, Evangeline. :)

    Blessings to you and your family.

    Beth K. Vogt said...

    I'll check with my daughters, but I didn't see a raccoon lurking around after Rob fell. But, then again, he probably wouldn't stick around after pushing my husband off a boulder, would he?
    A vigilante racoon? Sounds like a great hero for a cartoon!
    Thanks for the prayers and the scrumptious meal.

    Andrea said...

    Watching for your little raccoon to see if he has dropped by my home.

    Kay Day said...

    glad he can smile after all that trauma, but look at the guy next to him--I think he sees a raccoon!

    avid reader said...

    My 8th grade students (Yes! The boys!) like to use the, "It wasn't my fault!" line too. They also add, "You hate me!" when they realize I know it's their fault. Then, shortly after suffering through a consequence, they want to be nice to me. It can be a little confusing sometimes! They're goofy, but I love them!

    D. Gudger said...

    Mine would accuse a dinosaur or Darth Vader. Or a cat.

    Do you have any ideas on the "why? why" why, mommy?" questions?

    avid reader said...

    Hi Mrs. Denmark,
    This really has nothing to do with your latest blog entry. I just wanted to contact you about my favorite homemade coffee drink and this is the only way I know how to do it. I saw your twitter about the Frappuccino and I can relate! I’ve never tried to master that drink because I’m afraid I’ll gain 20 pounds if I do! However, I have made a mocha that I think is pretty close to starbucks’.
    - Espresso machine
    - 16 oz. coffee mug
    - Spoon or whisk

    - At least ½ cup fresh, hot espresso (I buy beans that are roasted by starbucks at COSTCO. They do not come in the $19 trademark starbucks bag, but they taste the same and are $10 for a huge bag.)
    - 2-4 tablespoons chocolate syrup (The best brand to use is Ghirardelli syrup, usually 7 dollars at Smart and Final. It’s the best brand because starbucks uses it. You can even get a pump for it and pretend you are a barista. One bottle lasts me a year if I refrigerate it . . . and am the only one eating it.)
    - Whisk chocolate and espresso together in your cup.
    - Add 2% or whole milk to taste. I’m looking for the correct color here so the coffee and chocolate flavors are strong enough, usually 8-10 oz.
    - Add ice and whipped cream.

    It’s fun to drink with a straw.

    It’s even more fun to save your last plastic starbucks cup and make the drink in that, though you might have to increase the ingredients.

    I hope you gave fun with this!

    God bless!

    Robbie Iobst said...

    My first visit to your blog has left me smiling and telling myself to come back often. :0) You funny!