Did I tell you that Tom was beaned in the head with a rock by a boy down the street, who'd decided Tom wasn't "cool"? Two weeks ago Sunday, Tom turned up at the door looking like something out of "The Lost Battalion." Buckets of blood.
Anoreth called Fire and Rescue, and I gave Tom a towel and had him lie down in the yard. Fortunately, it was only a cut on his scalp, but we were stuned until the paramedics arrived and cleaned him up.
The paramedics called the deputy sheriff, and I walked down the street with him to show him where the rock-thrower lived. When an older sister (16-ish) answered the door, she said, "Mom, it's the police! Danny must have done something really bad this time!" We weren't sure the parents would take responsibility for their son, but as I was leaving, the mother was asking the deputy to come inside and scare the boy out of his wits!
Ever wonder what his not-so-bad acts are?.
Thank you goodness the boy's mother showed some conscience. So sorry for your Tom. Hoping his head is feeling much better. Anoreth showed good crisis-management behavior!