Letter From a Parent Re: Special FX Makeup at Stunt Camp
"Just thought I'd let you know my husband and sons pulled a heckuva prank on me. They were just arriving from camp, and I was innocently washing vegetables. Elijah ran in first and in total seriousness said: "Mommy, don't freak out. Ezra had a little accident with the swords today. He's ok, but just don't freak out, ok?"
Of course, I begin to freak out.
Out in the driveway I see my husband getting out of the car: "It's ok, honey. Ezra had a little accident, but everything's fine, just don't freak out."
Ezra slowly climbs out of the car and shows me a festering, bleeding wound on his arm that defied anything I could have imagined. As he came closer I examined it carefully - a million thoughts racing through my head:
What on earth is that bloody lump? Is this what passes for a wound dressing with these people? Why wasn't I notified? Why didn't they rush him to the ER when he obviously needs stitches? Why did I leave my babies with these maniacs???
My thoughts were interjected with more: "Really, Mom, it's ok! But just don't touch it, please. It still really hurts."
My next thoughts were fast computations about whether the doctor's office was still open. Should I call and see if he can take Ezra now, or should I just take him right to the hospital? What would get him stitches fastest?
"We're going to the doctor," I announced firmly, immensely proud of my ability to remain calm not just in the face of crisis, but also for standing my ground in the midst of all those reckless souls (my husband included) who could not distinguish a minor cut from a medical emergency. I thanked God Ezra hadn't already bled to death with that gaping monstrosity.
As I turned to grab the phone and my purse, Ezra finally told me the truth.
Probably the best prank anyone has ever played on me. I can't begin to tell you how impressed I am. Thanks for giving our whole family a week we'll never forget. "
