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I had a phone call from the school this afternoon about my youngest son, who is 12.
Apparently there had beed some 'play fighting...boy stuff' going on in the field, and my little Daniel had been knocked over and jumped on.
He complained that his back really hurt and he couldn't move his neck so the school called an ambulance while he lay there on the field.
They phoned me to tell me what had happened but I couldn't rush to him in his hour of need because I'd just put a colour on my hair!
I couldn't wash it off because it would've make my hair go a funny colour.
I feel awful... what must they think of me in school!!
I did get hold of his Dad, who managed to get to the hospital eventually, and as it turns out he is a bit battered and bruised but there's nothing broken.
So I accepy a nomination for Worst Mother of the Year
Apparently there had beed some 'play fighting...boy stuff' going on in the field, and my little Daniel had been knocked over and jumped on.
He complained that his back really hurt and he couldn't move his neck so the school called an ambulance while he lay there on the field.
They phoned me to tell me what had happened but I couldn't rush to him in his hour of need because I'd just put a colour on my hair!
I couldn't wash it off because it would've make my hair go a funny colour.
I feel awful... what must they think of me in school!!
I did get hold of his Dad, who managed to get to the hospital eventually, and as it turns out he is a bit battered and bruised but there's nothing broken.
So I accepy a nomination for Worst Mother of the Year