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That's what my son said yesterday......." I've been telling the stories...." 

It is such a wonderful feeling to get together  at Thanksgiving and Christmas with my familey and lissen to all the stories.

Ofcourse he had the facts slighetly off in his story - but just hearing him tell it is pure joy.

 The Story? 

Oh yah......it was about him.  He's now 36 strong and healthy but the story happened 34 years ago - give or take. 

 It was just him and me sharing a small two bedroom apartment.  I was employed as a nurses Aid at the local hospital.  So ......I took my son to the babysiters - in the same building that we lived in. Gave him a hug and kiss goodby - told him to be a good boy and left for work.  When I got to work - parked the car - arrived on the floor where I was scheduled - my co workers told me I was to go to the emergency room.  My son was there. 

They beat me to the hospital. It was some minor sratches or scrapes and he and the babysiter was sent back home. That was day # 1. The next day.....I take my son to the same babysitters.  I give him a hug and kiss goodby and tell him to be a good boy. 

When I get to work and arrive upon the floor where I was assigned....yep.....I'm told to go to the emergency room....my son's there. He beat me to work again.  This time the doctor  looked at me and said  ....Please dont bring him back tommorow.  I laughed and said ....I don't know ...He just might be back.

Day # 3. I take my son to the babysitters and give him a hug and kiss goodby and tell him to be a good boy. I arrive to work and go up to the floor that I'm assigned to. 

 All my co workers are laughing their heads off.  Before I can take my coat off they tell me ......you guessed it .....to the emergency room.  When I got there the poor doctor .....threw up his arms in desperation and said .....you weren't kidding - were you. 

 This time - there had been a trycycle in the hall way of the apartment building.  This trike  didn't have the rubber handle on one of the handlebars. My son was running through the hallway and managed to fall and swallow the handle bar. 

The doctor told me the child managed to do a 1/2 of a toncelectomy on himself.  I think I had the next few days offwork.

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