Juiced
June 2, 2012 at 11:35 am | Posted in Giggles, Haiku Friday, Me, Transylvania | 6 CommentsTags: Boys, Broken Arm, Cast, Children, Expats, Injury, Play, Poetry, Romania
Haiku Friday: Juiced

This boy and his cast
Have four more weeks together.
I’m going crazy.
He runs, chases, climbs,
Spins, scooters, shimmies, and jumps.
You’re not healed! I plead.
He’s juiced, batteries
Recharged, practically humming,
My electric boy.
Children are resilient: discuss. And what do I do with all his energy??
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My friend w/ 4 children kept telling me that if could just figure out how to bottle and sell all that extra energy from her little ones she would make a fortune or power a small city.
Comment by urbannight— June 2, 2012 #
So hard to watch and pray that he doesn’t hurt himself, but he is juiced and that’s a good thing
I hope he gets better soon.
Comment by ayala— June 2, 2012 #
This is my greatest fear with 3 boys. I foresee many ‘juiced’ moments in paster years down the road!
Comment by Momofthreeunder (@Momofthreeunder)— June 4, 2012 #
Only a good sign!! It’s nice to know his spirit is as strong as ever
Comment by Cecilia— June 5, 2012 #
If he’s juiced, how about more juice? Or the opposite of that. Hang in there! Will he have the cast removed before returning to the US?
Comment by mep— June 6, 2012 #
I love boys. Nothing more to discuss.
Comment by rebecca @ altared spaces— June 7, 2012 #