“OH MY GOSH!... MOM! MOM! MAAHHHHHHHM! COME HERE MOM! QUICK! What? Something must be terribly wrong. Dear God, please don’t let him be hurt. I wonder what the emergency is…this time. Oh, as I run to the kitchen from the bowels of the laundry room at break neck speed, I can not seem to arrive soon enough. With that all to familiar quiver feeling from my gut to my knees, I pray, “Please God, please don’t there be blood… or a snake.” “MOM! I NEED YOU!... FAST!” As I descend our stinking spiral steps quicker than the Road Runner himself, my mind is racing. Skidding to a halt next to the refrigerator, I find our 8 year old, Isaac, jumping up and down. Well,… I guess his legs aren’t broken. “What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?” I ask, not noticing any pools of blood. “MOM! You GOTTA see this?” Oh my! What is it going to be? Another goose egg, black eye, or bloody nose? No, wait! There is no sign of blood. I’ve already established at least that. What in the name of Tarnation … [Read more...]