conversation with my youngest son… 

“So, how are you?”

“Better. They said the concussion wasn’t severe. Since I was talking okay, they let me go home.”


“Oh, yeah. Forgot to tell you. I took a jump at the slope and caught the snow just right and they said I was, like, thirty feet off the ground, but I think I blacked out before hitting whatever it was that I hit that cracked my helmet. I think I was out for ten minutes.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, the ski patrol came by and told me to keep moving, so I went down the slope again. Kinda slow that time, but they said I should keep blood going to my brain.”

“Are you sure there was any going there in the first place?”

(actual conversation from yesterday afternoon)