Poor Willie

Poor Willie the WonderKid had an awful day!  His [good] teacher emailed me during afternoon nap to tell me that I had an "incident report" to sign at pickup (that means, basically, your kid got hurt at school and they want you to sign off that it's all cool).  Apparently, Wm first got poked in the eye while playing some strange peeking game with his best bud Alex.  Wm insists this was his Big Injury of the day. But, the incident report was for the next injury because blood was involved.  Where there is a blood, there is an incident report.  Whilst waiting in line at the drinking fountain, some other kid pushed Wm and his nose bonked the faucet.  Bloody nose ensued (as well as a complete soaking of his shirt). I decided to leave early and get the poor rugrat - because it sounded like he had had enough for one day.  So I waited until he was up from nap and took off and nabbed him.  He looked so pathetic and sad I took pity on him and decided to give him the night of his life.  I brought him home and we played snow tag until we were wet and partially frozen, then we came inside and had milk and cookies while we watched The Grinch.  I made him a PB sandwich (would have been grilled cheese, but that's what he had for lunch, so I opted for Fav #2) for dinner and used a cookie cutter to make it into a cool shape.  (BIG HIT. He was so into the cool shaped sandwich that I snuck some carrots and an apple into him as well.)  He is currently upstairs watching YouTube videos on how to build Boba Fett's ship and attempting to create said ship from his current Lego collection.  So, as you can see, Wm's day has taken a turn for the better. :)