Turns out T’s foot is fractured.
They called later in evening. He will need a walking boot.
The only saving grace is I take after mom. When I was 4-5 I broke my arm. Mom did not think I had. The next day after I would not stop crying she took me to the hospital and I got a cast.
I made Tember wait a week.
Saturday night I woke up around midnight when T got up to use the bathroom. I laid there realizing that I was hungry and wanted a snack. Better yet my large minion was already up and I could have him get it for me. I waited patiently for him to come out.
Me: T can you get me some turkey? (Brow furrows) No some chicken? Omg what is wrong with me? Cheese! Please get me some cheese.
T (laughing): Um mom I was just going to say we have no turkey or chicken. Cheese we do.
I laid there in the dark softly chortling to myself. I have to wonder what I was dreaming about that turkey and chicken factored into my request.
T brought me my cheese. Lucky came in crying behind him because she wanted cheese. I laid there contentedly ate my snack and went back to sleep.