Today while walking the dog I had a conversation with one of the neighborhood's young kids. I believe he's a 2nd-grader. For sure he broke his arm about the time school started. I remember one of his buddies, who was on the scene when it happened, gravely reported to me that "you could see the bump where the bone pushed his skin up." He needed surgeries, pins . . . yech. I asked today if I could see his cast, which is smaller than the one he had last time we talked. While displaying it for me, he volunteered that it was coming off in about three weeks, and that his mom had said they would have a "cast off party." He then fell silent for a second or two, and I thought I could see the wheels in his head spinning. Next thing out of his mouth was, "She says I can invite a lot of people, but not the whole neighborhood."
I guess I'm out!
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