"Mom's gonna kill me!"

Those are the words I heard as I was trying to warm up in a warm bath when I sick over the weekend.

There I was, relaxing and trying to warm up from the fever making me shiver when voices from Spirit's room came flooding in. I could hear Lefty start to cry, then Spirit said "Oh, no. Are you ok? I am SO sorry. Please tell me you're ok. Let me see."

Then Lefty kept crying and Spirit was pleading with him to be ok. Then I heard the dreadful words:

"oh. no. Mom is gonna KILL me."

I feared the worse... blood, guts maybe, who knew, but I just figured it was really bad. I got out of the tub, got myself dried off and dressed in my warmest jammies and headed down to find the boys.

Lefty was still laying on the floor and was sobbing a little. Apparently, Spirit had gotten upset with Lefty and tackled him, the injury was merely a "re-injury" so-to-speak. Lefty had fallen off a swing at school the day before and had a goose egg on the side of his head and when he got tackled he bumped that goose egg on the side of Spirit's bed.

So, mom didn't need to "kill" anyone! Lucky for Spirit!

Here they are watching a movie together shortly after the "incident".