Monday, April 11, 2011
I have a little kiddo in my room. He is full of life and very dramatic. He came in this past week with a large scrape near his mouth. It was bruised and a little puffy. I said, "Oh, R. What happened?" He proceeded to tell me that he had been looking for mushrooms with his dad in the wood and had gotten whacked by a branch. I gave him a little sympathy and we went on with our day. A couple of hours later I sent the kiddos off to lunch. About 10 minutes later I am walking thru the office and I see R. sitting in the nurses office, patiently waiting his turn. I said, "R, what's wrong?" He looked at me, then at the nurse, and said (serious as a heart attack) " Well, you know I got bit by an alligator this weekend and I had to see the nurse." The nurse got choked up trying not to laugh, and I barely got him back to the cafeteria before I bust a gut! Another example of why I do what I do!
Posted by Tessa at 6:34 PM