Dead leg

I have no picture of this. But hopefully I can paint a well enough picture in your mind. I am currently sitting upstairs on the floor of my bedroom with my legs outstretched. Naturally enough, this sight to my kids means huge playground! A started it by sitting on both of my legs and bouncing himself on them. I played along and started to bounce him. E saw the fun and joined in. Within seconds I was the miniature earthquake that both of them tried to fall off of. They'd hurry and sit on my legs and then wait for me to bounce my legs. After a few bounces both of them would purposely try to fall off. E eventually lost interest and A only became more adventurous with all the possible ways he could play with my legs. Trying to stand on my feet and not fall off. Hopping between my legs without landing on them. And of course the running at me and jumping and then attempting to land with his knees on the outside of my two legs, which are pressed together. This one I wasn't expecting and got a 3 year olds' knee in my thigh!!!

*(#(%&;#$;^%#($*@!

He jumped up looking very concerned. Not wanting to scare him by showing how much he hurt me, I asked him to kiss my thigh better and say sorry. Thrilled that he could make things better he rushed to kiss my leg, slipped and fell once again, this time with his heel on the SAME bloody thigh!!!

OH MY GOSH A!!! seriously dude. Just kiss my leg and get out of here! (There was no yelling of this sort involved. I just felt like yelling and giving him a dead leg!)

In the end he finally kissed my leg, convinced it was all better now, while I, now sit here unable to move because my leg.... has died.