Echoes.

It’s a matter of truth that my daughter is going to call many times during the school year.
Her teachers know this – or are learning, the office knows this – out of pure experience, and both Abbey and I know this.

Normally it’s the usual ‘I’m sick’ followed by the ‘I can’t make it all day, Mommy!’ whine.

Today, however, it was the ‘I sprained my hand, I can’t write!’ conversation – a new one for us.
“How did your sprain your hand, Abbey?”
“Talking.”
(Insert long pause here where I started grinning…)
‘Talking?  Talking hurts your hand?”
“Well, no.  I was talking and I accidentally hit the bleachers…”
“Okay…”
“But I can’t write so I don’t know how I am going to do school for the rest of the day.”
“By writing very slowly and carefully.”

You get the basic idea.
How many parents do you know have their child try to call out after injuries from TALKING?

I can’t make this stuff up.
Parenting is awesome.