2.5 hours at ER isn't fun, even when you have your mom's iPhone with games.
We played tick-tac-toe.
We talked about all his friends.
We played I-spy.
We wrote notes back and forth.
We devised an escape plan, I'd have his back while he ran out the back door.
We laughed.
After x-rays and an hour waiting in the actual room, he was seen. He didn't cry. He didn't squirm. I did. Digging with a needle in a puncture wound caused by stepping on something in the woods, in the dark.
Ugg.
Maybe he will listen and not go back into the woods.
Maybe not.
We didn't have to cut off a limb.
That's a good thing.
He was looking for a stick for a bow and arrow. Boys.
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