When we were in Texas we got a call from one of Number Five's good friends... and by the tone of his voice I knew it wasn't good news. When he started saying "Frisbee" I thought "head injury"... and was relived to know it was a foot injury even if he told me she was in lots of pain and on the way to the hospital. She has been on crutches ever since, stitches, pain, and we need to take her in again next week. Number Four and I went to MN and helped her pack, clean and say goodbye to her many wonderful friends! She has worked hard, is a straight-A student, and is looking forward to next year!
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