Sometimes you want to go…

“Where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came.  You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same.  You wanna be where everybody knows your name.” – Lyrics from the TV show Cheers

Reilly and I have been to the ER so often lately they practically yell Norm when we walk in the door. This is our third time in a year:  broken hand in May, tip of his toe chopped off in July (see a few posts below) and now a broken wrist in March.  Here we are again…on a Friday night after I got a phone call from Reilly that his arm “kinda hurt.”  That is teenage code for dust off the Kaiser card something is broke.  In our case it is my wallet and Reilly’s wrist after he “dropped in” on his Razor scooter at the local skate park and his wrist didn’t drop up.  Reilly’s wrist was broken, but I thought I might have to have the doctors check his hearing as well.

Me:  “Sooo what happened to all the pads we got you for when you ride?”

Reilly: “Huh?”

Me:  “The pads…protective gear…wrist guards?”

Reilly:  “What?”

Me:  “The pads…protective gear…wrist guards you promised you would wear when you scootered at the skate park.”

Reilly:  “Oh yeah, those are at home in the closet.”

Me:  “Why are they in the closet and not on your body?”

Reilly:  “What…Why?”

Me:  “Nothing.  On the way home let’s stop and get pizza and a movie.”

Reilly:  “AWESOME!”

Meggan: ” AH-HA you can hear me…you are just choosing not to listen.”

Reilly:  “HUH?”

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