Does karma really happen to four year olds? Here's how I came to the conclusion it does.... 

           Sunday morning,  yes as in yesterday,  here I am laying in bed,  now mind you I just worked the night before,  got home late, and just as I suspected,  my cousins were staying the night.  I knew right away I would be waking up early the next morning...  And I did....  At 6:30am.... Not to impressed,  but when your alarm clock is a sweet four year old boy asking for "nat nat snuggle time"  how could you hit the snooze button on that? Before I get to deep on this story,  you should know my baby cousin Avery has my heart right now,  I've never been in love with a person so much.  Besides my sister's,  I would die for this kid.  He and I have a connection like no other that sometimes he will call me his sister.   

     Anyway,  we were just getting up for breakfast,  he and I had eggs with ketchup.  I told him and Skylar,  his brother,  to sit down and watch TV while I took a shower.  Well,  5 minutes later I hear a little boy yelling at his brother,  balling his eyes out.  As I step out of the shower,  reaching for my towel,  Avery comes in yelling for a "bambaid" (band aid)  of course I asked why scrambling to get something around my body,  he lifts his arm up and from the top of his arm pit to the bottom was, I kid you not,  a 6 inch long 3 inch deep cut from playing car crash with his brother on a scooter. There were two prongs on the scooter covered in blood.  Holding back my panic,  I get dressed,  call my nanny and as she pulls in I'm waiting in the driveway for her to rush us to the hospital.  On the way there he's breaking my heart,  crying his eyes out scared because he knows he will have to get stitches.  Long story short,  a few hours later we finally have him in the surgery room,  not put to sleep but enough juice to knock his arm out, the doctor begins stitching I have all I can do to not break out in tears. In that moment from start to finish I finally felt what it's like to I wouldn't say be a mom,  but be that person who can't stand seeing their kid even get a shot.  I would have loved to take the fall over him. I kept thinking to myself over and over again a.  How shitty luck my family has and b.  How Avery really shouldn't have skipped going to church this morning because apparently four year olds get bad karma.  

        But in the end,  Avery took it like a champ,  he's pretty pissed that this weekend is his birthday party is this weekend and he won't be able to have as much fun.  The first thing he said was,  let's go back to nannies and get on the scooter.  What can I say,  boys will be boys,  and four year old get karma for not going to church.