Henry came home with a note from school saying that he had taken a blow to the head. It was some sort of official form for head injuries. He actually seemed kind of proud to have had it. He's completely fine. Although, true to form, I was kind of worried...me worried? that he had a concussion. He said that he had blurry vision for a while, and that he thought the whole thing might have beed a dream.
I couldn't really tell if he was playing it up or not. He isn't prone to wanting attention like that, but in the same respect, he does exaggerate things when he gets hurt. Both of our kids haven't really been hurt bad. The worst, I think, was when they dumped bubble liquid on a yellow jacket nest on the back porch and were stung several times. Nora actually tried to kill the bees with her bare feet... brave girl.
Henry's account of what happened reminded me of a thousand similar events in my own childhood. He was playing tag at recess. Some girl ran up behind him as he was running and pushed him. He of course, fell on his head, because that is what we all do.
He's fine.
In other news, the clocks switch today. No more taking Chauc for walks in the morning before work for a bit longer. But, it also means spring is coming. Ah.... spring.
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