It's never ending, the blog fodder, I tell ya.
I took Maybelline and Little Guy to a nursing home yesterday to play guitar and serve fresh cookies to the residents. Yeah, I got hooked up with a volunteer agent for a hospice organization and she'll occasionally call and ask if I can come and play. The kids seem to enjoy hanging out with seniors, and Maybelline lived playing for them. I just enjoyed talking and getting to know them.
Half an hour before we were supposed to head out for this, I'm headed back from Walgreen and back to school shopping (woohoo!) and get a call from home. Y'all, I'm only two minutes from home at this point. It's Little Guy. He says, "Mom, I tripped and fell and hit my head on the coffee table. There's blood in my hair and blood is running down my face. What should I do?"
Seriously? He was calm and cool, reporting the facts. So I responded in kind. Is there blood on your shirt? No. Go get a kitchen towel, wad it up and press it against your head. Sure enough, when I got home he was fine! Stuck his head in the sink and rinsed. Ready to go! I dug around in his scalp and it was a tiny scratch.
So. What next? Stay tuned for further developments!
Until I write again ...