I got the dreaded call today.
"Hello? This is the nurse from BlankBlankA-Blankell..."
Oh dear. Who threw up?
"...and I have Nicholas here with me."
Maybe he is just congested.
"He took a fall on the playground."
FLASHBACK. Six years ago. Preschool. Same words, different child. Andrew's nose is broken on rickety bridge. Oh dear!
Heart thumping. Palms sweaty. My poor baby. I must go get him and snatch him up into my arms.
"He's okay, Mom. I just wanted you to know."