Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Houston's terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

Houston called me at 1:00 this afternoon, asking if he could please just come home. He was having a terrible day. I told him to stick it out, and he did, but by the time he got home, he needed a lot of sympathy. 

Can you see how his eye is all red? He's not even sure when he got that, because he got hit in the face three times during school. All three times were accidents - he was elbowed in the face as he was going outside, he bonked heads with someone, and he fell off his stool, hit his face on his desk, landed on the floor, and had his stool fall on his head. He dropped his applesauce all over himself, his notebook, and the lunch table. And then he just felt picked on by students and teachers alike. 

I'm pretty sure that nobody (well, except that one girl...) was trying to be mean to him or pick on him, but i totally know what it's like to have that kind of day. He's already got a cold, so then when you start piling things on, every little thing seems like it's huge and horrible and all working together to make you miserable. 

And then he fell out of bed just now and smashed his face again. It's a good thing the day is over.

In other news.... 

Juanito was doing the song "Miss United States" from the movie Miss Congeniality during Zumba, and he completely fell right off the stage. He was too busy concentrating on raising his crown up high. I could tell immediately that he wasn't hurt - he looked more surprised than anything, bounced back onto the stage, and started smiling as though he were faintly embarrassed. Everyone else started asking, "Are you alright?! Are you hurt?!" I am clearly a horrible person, because i straight up laughed like crazy. I seriously giggled and smiled through every song for the next half hour. It was my favorite Zumba ever. 

And he's totally fine. Not hurt at all.

1 comment:

  1. Awww - poor sweet Houston! Give him a big hug for me. Does he have e-mall also?