Yesterday afternoon I told my now 8 yr old son to go inside and change from his soaked bluejeans (new) into dry ones before I took him to his friend's house. A few minutes later I came inside to find him naked from the waist down and sobbing. Of course I was instantly alarmed-- "HONEY!!! What's wrong?!?!?!?!!!???!!!"
"I'm not going to C******'s, mom! I'm going to the hospital! LOOK!" and he holds up his knee. At first I didn't get it. "What, honey?? I don't see anything!" "LOOK!!! Can you not SEE that????" Finally I realized that he was referring to the faint stain of indigo dye that had bled onto his skin from his new jeans while he was playing in the snow. His legs were faintly "bruised" from thigh to shin.
Once I had finished laughing in hysterical relief, I explained what it was. He was not amused. Poor kid. He's had enough ER visits in the last couple of years to last his whole childhood and yet he was brave enough to be willing to go again. I love him to bits.
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