Blame It On the New Math?

So, I was out running the other night and twisted my knee on uneven asphalt.  I kept running because it didn't feel too bad.

Probably not a good idea.

Five days later and the doctor confirmed a Grade 2 ligament sprain.  That's somewhere between "it'll heal in a few days" and "shredded".  It means 4-6 weeks of recovery time, crutches, a knee brace, lots of ice packs, and popping Motrin like Pez.

As expected, Captain Awesome is in love with the crutches.  He was with me when I picked them up, and sat with them in the back seat while I drove home.  

"Mom, they look like machine guns."

I tell him he can play with them when I'm not using them.

"Can I open them?"

I tell him he can, and I hear plastic wrap tearing in the back seat, then silence.

"Ummm......Mom?  We might have a problem here.  How much do you weigh?  Because these crutches only go up to 300 pounds."

Thanks, buddy.