Nurse....

In first grade Magnuts loved the school nurse. He went to see her at least 3 times a week. She loved him too and would often call me to tell me of his latest complaint while trying not to burst out laughing. My all time favorite would be the time that he went to the nurse because, and I quote the snickering nurse, "he was starving to death." How do you cure a dire illness like that??? Fruit snacks.

Now before I go on I need to clarify. He did not hate school or have problems with the other kids. He just loved the nurse and her fruit snacks.

That same year MonkeyBoy broke his wrist on the playground. A boy kicked a ball to him and it caused a buckle fracture. It did not swell or turn blue it was just very tender. He went to the nurse and she told him he was ok, just to be careful with it. He came home and I told him that it didn't look broken (cause I have X-ray eyes dontcha know). The next day it was still very sore so I took him to the Dr. just to make sure he was ok. When we picked up Magnuts and Miss-D that afternoon MonkeyBoy was sporting a bright shiny new cast.


The next day at school Magnuts hopped into the nurse's office. He told her that his leg (the one he was jumping on) was definitely broken. She had him sit down and checked him out...he made all the right groaning noises and winced appropriately. She told him that she was sure it was not broken and that he would be just fine. He asked her to call me. When she asked why he told her, "Well you didn't think MonkeyBoy's arm was broken either."


I am so glad the nurse loved him AND had a sense of humor......