The Dog Ate My Homework

No song. Spent 5 hours in the ER with my son, who broke his arm last night. He snapped the radius and ulna clean. For the second time. He can’t seem to break it without making some elaborate consonant out of his forearm. Last night was something like a “v.” We’ve done the “w” too. Or maybe it was an “s.” Anyway, he was furious about this picture. I made him smile. He said, “Everyone will think I was having a great time in the hospital.” Um, I’m pretty sure that Sunday Night Football and your own personal morphine drip nearly always constitutes a “great time.”

2 thoughts on “The Dog Ate My Homework

  1. Any chance you can tell me how he broke it? And, if its not an issue, how did he break it the last time?

  2. Fell of his bike.

    Fell of the monkey bars the first time.

    Super dumb luck.

    Who are you anyway? DSS??

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