Scenes from the ER

My son, on the right, and his friend. My son commented, "Think I'm going to wear this bracelet thing to school tomorrow. Looks like I've been to the fair and bought a ride bracelet."


"Let me wrap the ice around your hurt hand while you text with your good one." Well, because we know how important it is to text.

Okay, okay, so I'm guilty, too. I sat there texting as well, but I had to hold onto some shred of sanity and not risk being whisked off for a psych evaluation and 72 hours of observation.
"Enough, Mom, put the cell phone away. Hey, why don't you go back to texting your friends and stop taking my pic?"