Big E and I were in the basement organizing his modeling gear when the phone rang. I said, "Oh that's the phone." He said, "What, I can't hear it.. let it go." I said, "You know, I'm going to check the machine to be sure that isn't school. Sweetheart G was feeling kind of snotty this morning."
Twenty seconds later... "Big E? That was the school. Sweetheart G is fine, but Little e split her chin open, and they think it might need stitches."
So now Little e is chilling on the couch with an ice pack and some tylenol. This afternoon's existing appointment (this child is convenient in her medical emergencies) for a Hep A shot has been expanded to a real doctor visit, and Big E and I are back in the basement cleaning.
They call me Mom, and one of my superpowers (besides Vomit Catching) is Tele-ESP. Now I just have to perfect the technique so I know which child is in need.
