i was in provo with sadie and got a phone call from max. he broke both bones in his arm, just above his wrist while he was playing keeper against his brothers. by the time i got home, dave had him all fixed up and he was asleep. the next morning, max, being the optimist that he is, told me, "i broke both bones, but the ball didn't go in." and, "it's a really good thing this didn't happen right before my birthday party, then it would have been hard to play all the games. that 's a really good thing, isn't it mom."
abe was the one that shot the soccer ball. he felt awful and sobbed to me on the phone. he loves max so much and would never hurt him purposely. on the way to school, our conversation went something like this:
me: "are you going to go easy on your FIVE year old brother from now on?
abe: "mom, i kicked it with my left foot from the corner....i guess i'm getting better with my left foot."
max skipped school and enjoyed watching phineas and ferb. he insisted that vivian watch with him. he couldn't take his eyes off of the screen, even for this picture. his cousin brought him a get well treat and stayed to play and eat lunch. his preschool teacher also brought him a popsicle and a card. he doesn't complain and has been super tough through all of this. he can't wait to get his lime green cast on friday.
