Wednesday, February 23, 2011

My leg... my leg...

Benjamin was supposed to be sleeping. He'd called for us a couple of times, but neither of us had gone in to talk with him. Usually, he'll call for me because I'm the first to go in. When I get there, he says, "I need my dad. Can you send him?"
Today I was letting him go. He yelled, "Mom, I need you. My leg hurts."
I responded, "I'll come check on you in a minute."
He yelled back, "Mom, if you don't come and check it, my leg's gonna bleed!"
So, here I am blogging about it. Now I'll go check!

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