A Letter to My Son

Dear Son, 

Trips to Urgent Care are inevitable with you. I knew that the day I found out you were a boy. I figured that you would be there at least twice a year but not twice in one week. 

But to not remember how you hurt your foot is something new. Did you really hit it that hard that you forgot what happened?  You told me it was your toe nail that hurt. And like the big boy that you have become promptly went and put a band-aid on it. 

It wasn't until your sister helped you with your shoes and socks (three days later) that we even noticed  . . . 

that your foot

WAS PURPLE!!!

Your father and I would appreciate it if you would let us know immediately the next time you hurt yourself. 

Thank you!

 Onto the matter of you scaring your mother half to death a few days later with a barking cough, struggling to breath and a high fever.  I honestly don't mind making regular visits to the doctor. We aim to keep you as healthy as possible. But getting yourself sick with Croup  a few days after the foot incident was a little much. 

Now, you know you are one special kiddo. But we'd really appreciate you not scaring us so much. You have our hearts, Little Man and we love you but we have to put our foot down when it comes to two visits to Urgent Care in one week. 

Also, when you are feeling better, I would rather you just tell me instead of doing headstands on the couch in your underwear. You may just end up getting hurt! 

Just a little advice from your mother. 

Your Welcome!

Love, 

Me