I like that Chase's teacher has great communication with me...I really do. But dang, when I see that number on my phone my stomach drops!
Today's phone call was to let me know why he may come home with a big old bruise on his forehead. He was walking in line, looking backwards, when he turned to the front and ran directly into a pole.
The bruise isn't bad. She said he was walking slowly (which, apparently he does in line but not while I am chasing him across Ian's football field) so he didn't hit it that hard.
Bad Mommy confession: I giggle a little bit when I picture it happening.
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