{"id":1696,"date":"2012-09-10T08:38:10","date_gmt":"2012-09-10T13:38:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=1696"},"modified":"2012-09-10T08:38:10","modified_gmt":"2012-09-10T13:38:10","slug":"a-failure-to-communicate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2012\/09\/10\/a-failure-to-communicate\/","title":{"rendered":"A failure to communicate"},"content":{"rendered":"

About a week ago, my oldest son broke the bones in his forearm<\/a>. He has a cast now, but is having trouble adjusting to the idea that he has to be careful with it, especially during our visit with his cousins in Texas.<\/p>\n

“No,” I said, pulling him away from the trampoline. “You can’t do that.”<\/p>\n

“But – ”<\/p>\n

“Listen,” I said. “The doc said your bones shifted and that we have to be really careful with the arm.”<\/p>\n

“I know, but – ”<\/p>\n

“If the bones don’t heal right, you know what they have to do?”<\/p>\n

He shook his head.<\/p>\n

“They have to break them again and reset them. It’s crazy painful, and then we start with the cast all over again.”<\/p>\n

His eyes widened.<\/p>\n

“And if that<\/em> doesn’t work, they put in steel pins to hold the bones in place.”<\/p>\n

He looked positively pale now.<\/p>\n

“Now you get it,” I said. “We have to be careful. No falling, no bumping, no jumping. You have to be careful.”<\/p>\n

“Yeah,” he said. “But I won’t fall on the trampoline. I’ll just do little jumps. I won’t bump into anyone.”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

“Why not?”<\/p>\n

“Cause I’m a completely unreasonable grumpy old man.”<\/p>\n

“But – ”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

As much as he didn’t understand me during this little scene, I have to say that I completely understood him. It didn’t help me, though.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[123,118,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1696","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-cute","category-daddytales-c","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-rm","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1696","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1696"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1696\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1696"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1696"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1696"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}