The Calm After The Storm

Ok. So I was on duty when Connor "broke" his foot. What parent can't help but second guess, "If only?". So it's good for me to see him this morning back to his old self. His foot is still swollen, black and blue, and sensitive, but he's laughing and crying normally. In fact I came down after the boys ate breakfast to find him back on the same bench he fell off. Absolutely no fear! (Or no brains.)

He reminds me of me (or so I'm told) when I was his age. Takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'. On the upside, it will be nice to have something that slows Connor down just a notch. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers.