Friday, April 16, 2010

Poor Brandon

So when Brandon got out of bed this morning I saw all of this blood on his head. I asked him what had happened, and he told me he fell out of bed. I was thinking wow that was some fall. I asked him what he hit his head on, and he showed me his train tracks. I felt so bad, because he did not even come and get us. Guess he didn't even know either. There is some blood on the floor and his pillow, and his big giant dog.
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Kristin said...

oh, the poor guy! I'm sorry!

Reminds me of Sam, though, that he just dealt with his pain on his own. We never knew when Sam was sick at night. He wouldn't come tell us, or ask for help. He'd just deal with it himself, even when he was as young as Brandon. I got used to regularly asking him how he was and how he slept, because otherwise I wouldn't know. "How did you sleep, Sam?" "Well, I was sick in the night and threw up, but I'm feeling a little better now..."

Maybe you'll need to do the same for Brandon.

April 17, 2010 at 1:11 AM

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