Par For the Course, unfortunately.

What started out as any old day turned into a rotten one. It was the Saturday morning after Thanksgiving, we had a wonderful and leisurely breakfast and all was well. I was getting ready to walk out the door to teach a class when Mug excitedly came into the kitchen asking me for a hug and a kiss before I left. He was so giddy and cute that I reached down gave him a smacker and he yelled something funny and took off in the dining room running. I heard him splat. Did not really give it much thought to be quite honest {I cannot count on 2 hands the number of times he falls a day}. He was crying on the floor and Brent scooped him up. He was crying really hard and complaining of his leg hurting when all of the sudden, his eyes just went blank. His body rigid. No response. Brent yelled, "let's go!" I knew what he meant. I was scrambling, REW on the floor crying, Brent was out the door I was behind him with REW when all of the sudden Mug started crying, "I don't want you to go!" I guess he remembered that I was about to leave. We hopped in the car to the ER. He was admitted right away. By the time we got there he was acting normal. Running up and down the hallways of the ER. They did a CT scan {which he did awesome--no crying at all} to rule out any brain injury. The Dr. said the scan was normal and it was a concussion. He said the best thing to do about them was to not get another one. Sheesh. This was Mug's second CT scan. I think if we go in again, the authorities will be ordered to review us! After the drama and a screaming REW, we went and bought the Christmas classics, the claymation versions. Now we have been watching them non-stop. Wow. And how many more years do I have to stress???? Thank you LORD nothing else was wrong!!!