There was a Cub Scout camping trip in Sebring last weekend. A place I would have loved to go. Fossil & shark teeth hunting, old Florida environment, the works. I bowed out for a number of reasons, chief being to give Daddy & Evan a chance to be together, just the two of them. Friday afternoon I received an email from the pack leader, saying the River was high from the recent rain and fossil/shark teeth hunting might be impacted. OK. I forwarded the email to hubby. I asked Hubby to please keep a close eye on Evan, as he is one of the younger boys and likes to play with the bigger kids.
Saturday morning on the way to take the 2 cats to the vet, I get a phone call (this is paraphrased, could NOT tell you what the actual conversation was):
Hubby- “ he’s fine”
(first of all “he’s fine” is man-speak for-“CATASTROPHE averted, collateral damage report pending”)
Hubby- “he fell out of a tree and we are on the way to the hospital in an ambulance”
Me-WHAT!!!! AMBULANCE?!!! A TREE? What happened? (pulled over now, crying, and heart thumping, cats meowing)
Hubby- “Honey, I am trying to tell you, he fell out of a tree onto his head…”
Me- (crying) A TREE? HIS HEAD? WHAT? HOW HIGH?
Hubby- “Honey he’s fine, it was 8 or 9 feet, let me tell you…….”
Me- “8 or 9 feet???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Do I need to come up there?” (looking aound to turn around on the highway and start driving north)
Hubby- “No Honey, he’s fine…here talk to him…”
Ambulance noises in the background, sans siren
And I am so very grateful for that.