Just as I was getting ready to pick Ryder up from school today, I received a call from his school. I was in the bathroom and missed the call. I listened to the voicemail to discover that "Ryder had poked himself in the ear with something..." As I was calling the school, the school called Joe. Ryder's teacher told Joe that Ryder had poked himself in the ear with something and was bleeding and he needed to be picked up. I took the phone and asked, "how bad?" It was 4:45pm and the dr.'s office closed at 5pm. I was trying to figure out if I should call the dr on my way to pick him up. She said, "It's bleeding and because of his ear issues, I'm concerned." I decided I would wait to evaluate myself and if need be I'd take him to the ER on our way home.
When I arrived at school, Ryder was sitting at a table playing with play-do. I asked him, "What happened to your ear?" He responded, "Kimmy poked me in the ear." His teacher chimes in, "Ryder did it to her and she did it back." (Had to bite my tongue here, she sounded like a 3 year old with that response.) I turned to his other teacher who was in the back of the room bawling, not crying, but bawling. I asked if she was okay? She said yes and since she was the one who called me, I began to ask her some questions. "What did he get poked in the ear with?"
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