|Not a cure-all, apparently|
Grabbing my purse, I said, "Susie! Let's go! We're seeing the doctor in half an hour!"
"What about me?" asked Brian, who was sitting at the dining room table and reading the comics.
"What ABOUT you?" I asked back, rushing around looking for my phone and my sunglasses.
"Don't I get to go to the doctor, too?" he asked.
"Why? You're not sick," I said.
|Maybe I should have noticed these.|
Folks, the look that registered on that poor kid's face all but screamed I guess I really am on my own here.
"I've been using David's old CRUTCHES for 5 DAYS," he said.
"Oh, oh that," I said, my sleep-deprived brain registering that I might have just dropped the ball in a major sort of way. "Um, tomorrow - I'm taking you tomorrow. We, uh, need to make sure the swelling is down before the x-ray is taken. Yeah, that's it - the swelling."
"Oh, okay, then," said Brian, turning back to the paper.
Kids! They're so trusting. But they shouldn't be.
Just felt like a little music here...