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Aug 14, 2008 20:33

Roughly an hour ago we received a call from the Center informing us that one of the staff had left Conner's bed raised off the ground, instead of lowering it, and he had rolled out and fallen on the floor, which, for some reason, did not have its usual mats in place.

Dad freaked out. ("That's shitty. That's /real/ shitty." and some other stuff.)

Mom got all worried. ("Don't tell me he's broken another bone! God damn it!" and such.)

Morgan was in the other room. ("Doodely doo, computer games, FTW OMG." or whatever.)

And I just sat here and waited. ( "..." and more of the same.)

Then we all got in the Explorer and hurried over there to check on Conner.

He was fine, so it seems. We were there twenty minutes after his fall, which is pretty fast, considering that included the time it took to get someone to call us and then have my dad bitch them out. If Conner had hurt anything, it would have started bruising up since his skin is so delicate, and he was alert enough and answering questions and getting irritated when he couldn't hear his TV over all the voices in the room.

So, basically, um, thank God Conner didn't break either of his legs again or any other part of his body, and thank God he has us around to freak out over his moronic attempts to be tricky and scare us all.

mom, family, dad, conner, accident, morgan

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