So last Wednesday, Matthew came home with the following story. He was eatting his peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich at lunch, when lo and behold his other loose tooth fell out. It bleeding and they sent him to nurse Becky. She gave him a cold beverage(water) and assured him the bleeding had stopped and sent him back to lunch. On his way back from lunch, Matthew trips onto the hard cement and really scrapes up his knee. It was bleeding pretty good and so again the teacher sent him to nurse Becky. She put a large bandaid over his knee, but a part of it was still exposed so it required another smaller (regular) sized bandaid under it to completely cover the wound. When he got home, I cleaned it out and put salve on it. Then to church we went. I decided to put on some "girly" smelling lotion. When this happens, the windows roll down and there are sounds of "ugh' and "pew". Richard rolled the windows up with out warning, only to catch Matthew's little fingers in it. He sat there for a minute with his mouth open before the sound of his wailing began. I turned around in my seat and inspected his little fingers, and told him that they would be okay, kissing them gently. All he said was... " I had a really hard day and I just want to go home."  Richard, feeling like the scum of the earth, said, "daddy's sorry, you know that it was an accident don't you? Daddy's so sorry." Then the little quivering voice in the back said, " I forgive you daddy." That just twisted the knife in Richard's heart a little more.

Moral of the story, Even in the six year old world days get rough, but you must forgive those who hurt you.

No there were no broken fingers or lasting effects from the incidents that occurred that sad, sad Wednesday.

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[Ranger]

Some days it's not worth getting up. If only we could know when one is coming. Poor little guy had a time of it.