I have seen him sustain several playground-related injuries that would have made his dad pretty much give up on outdoor play had they occurred to him when he was 3.
However, I'm starting to think that, like most little boys his age, his toughness is only displayed when he's in front of his father.
Earlier today, I got to witness first-hand the degree to which my son will exaggerate his injuries when his mother is home.
While playing in the living room, Lil Sippy Cup dropped one of his toys near the coffee table. He slowly bent down to pick it up and, misjudging the distance of the table, he lightly banged his forehead against the corner.
I will readily admit that banging your forehead into anything will hurt but, in the history of injuries that the boy has suffered, this little tap was laughably soft.
Lil Sippy Cup, however, knew that he had a golden opportunity on his hands and decided to capitalize on the moment.
Lil Sippy Cup: "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!"
Me: "Dude, you're ok, stop it."
Lil Sippy Cup (rubbing his forehead with his right hand): "Ooowwwww!!!"
Me: "Seriously, I know you're ok."
Lil Sippy Cup (now clutching his head in both hands): "Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhh!!!"
Mommy (shouting from the room): "Is he okay?!"
Lil Sippy Cup: "Mommy!!!"
Me: "He's fine!"
Lil Sippy Cup: "Mommy!!!"
Mommy (worriedly): "Did you check him?"
Me: "Trust me, he's fine!"
Lil Sippy Cup: "Mommy! I broke it! I broke my head!"
For the record, he didn't break his head. He was totally fine.
Nevertheless, I learned a valuable lesson.
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