The 3AM Phone Call

Well, not exactly. More like 11:15AM.
But still: it was my first phone call from an institution where I had left any of my children that began with "Ms. Jamison, your son [Thomas]..."

While the facts are still a bit murky, it seems Thomas took a tumble from one of the higher vantage points of the indoor climbing apparatus and ended up with his first bloody nose. He is totally fine.

I did get the sense that no one actually saw what happened, however, so I figured I might as well ask my other two-year old who is in the same class. I mean, if you're going to have twins, you might as well take advantage of it, eh?

And here is what Jack said:
"Tommy is tryin' grabbing me...Tommy is tryin' grabbing me...Tommy is tryin' grabbing me..."
Over and over and over. And over and over. And he is sticking to his story.
I am thinking there may have been a helpful shove involved in all this.