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It’s a right of passage
Or so I’ve been told.
This morning I went to the grocery store while Atticus and Mark stayed home for some father and son time. When I got to the car, I looked at my phone and saw Mark had called twice. I got a little worried. I was within walking distance of our house, it wasn’t like I’d gone across the city to shop and he didn’t want me to forget something. I called him back and got his voicemail.
As I turned onto our street he called back. He told me that Atticus had dropped a weight on his foot. More specifically his big toe. He was worried about him breaking a bone. He said there was some considerable swelling but Atticus was walking around fine despite bleeding everywhere.
When I pulled into the garage Mark came out to greet me. He had blood all over his tee-shirt. I was not expecting THAT much blood. Atticus came running up to greet me leaving a trail of blood behind him. I guess Mark has stopped the bleeding but but as soon as A started running it started up again.
We gave him some Advil and I went to track down band-aids. I’d just bought a box a little over a week ago, but of course they can’t be found when they are needed. We ended up borrowing one from our awesome neighbor. It doesn’t appear that his toe is broken. He has a lovely bruised toenail and it will probably fall off. Other than that he’s A-OK!
When I sent a text to my neighbor to thank her for the band-aid, I mentioned that he’ll probably lose his toenail. She informed me that you’re not a real boy until you accidentally lose a body part!
So I guess he’s passed that milestone!