Kit and I spent a good hour or so talking about sports injuries today. He's not too pleased with the fact that he's going to be somewhat hampered by his ankle for the rest of his soccer career, though I did assure him that most of the time he wouldn't notice. Pulled out the example of my freak ankle injury from a couple of years ago (remember the one? I was getting out of bed and it rolled under me and I put all my weight on it.... yeah, that one) - an injury whose only explanation is that that ankle was the one for which I was given the frightening 'I think you've popped out all your ligaments in there' talk by the trainer. Fun stuff, that. Which led to Kit asking if I had any other sports-related problems.
Now, before you go smacking him for being completely, obliviously stupid, he is aware of my knees. He's that bright, at least. But he wasn't aware of my shoulder, or my ankles, or the rest of my laundry list. The boy's got a lot to look forward to as things get rougher on the field.
More on the grey/gray thing. I am not alone!
Looks like I'll be in Seattle around the end of the month. I'd better be - it's the one bright spot in my life right now. Which is why I'm moderately nervous that I overheard my parents talking about a family dealie that weekend.... I've worked too hard scheduling my life around the family things I knew about in order to please you for you to spring one on me out of the blue. You want my presence, you write it on the calendar. That's what it's for.