*Chick's phone rings*
*Chick does not recognize the number, but answers anyway, since it's local*
Lady: Hello, Ms. MyLastName? This is Nurse Hatchett (not really).
Nurse H: From Boy Child's school?
Chick: Oh! Yes! Is something wrong?
Nurse H: Well, apparently Boy Child somehow hit his head on a desk.
Chick: On a desk.
Nurse H: Well, yes. We're still not really sure how it happened.
Chick: The Boy hit his head, on a DESK?
Nurse H: Yes.
Chick: Sadly, that boy has the grace of a plane crash.
Nurse H, giggling somewhat apprehensively: Well, um. I sent home a form which will give you the worst case scenario.
Chick: Which is?
Nurse H: Well, if he started behaving oddly. Starts acting strangely, you know.
Chick: He's a 9 year old boy, how will I know the difference?
Nurse H: Well, he seems okay. We sent him back to class.
Chick: Yeah. Okay. Thanks for letting me know.
At least school picture day was YESTERDAY.