Nine year old Frack came home complaining his arm hurt because he fell off the monkey bars at recess today. Did you tell a teacher you fell? No? Who did you tell? My friends. Fat lot of good that’s going to do. Gave him tylenol. Still complained which is really and truly not like him.
Tried taking both of them to piano lessons at the school, but Frack wasn’t going for it. Told his piano teacher he wouldn’t be coming tonight. Two of the parents overheard. Fortunately one of them was a parent of a kid I taught many years ago and she told me she would bring Frick home if I wasn’t back in time to pick her up. Off we went.
3 1/2 hours later, Frack is sporting a splint and he’s been crying about that ever since. Not because of the pain, but because he can’t go back on the monkey bars for a week. The guy applying the plaster was really nice and gave him a popsicle as the tears flowed down his face.
What a num-nut.