What Are Little Boys Made Of?

"What are little boys made of?

Snips and snails, and puppy dog tails.

That's what little boys are made of !"

This poem ran through my brain this afternoon... moments after my son sent me a text message telling me that he had just been diagnosed with a cracked rib.

I had talked to him earlier in the day, and he told me that his ribs really hurt from playing hockey, that he thought he had bruised them really bad. I told him that he should go have it checked at the health center at school, and let me know what they told him. It took what seemed like forever for him to send me a text message telling me that he had gone to the clinic, that they had taken x-rays, and that he indeed had a cracked rib. What made it worse for me, is that he was really congested and was coughing on occasion.... and just generally sounded pretty miserable. I called him on my way to my macroeconomics class to remind him that he really did need to take it easy...... like he'd listen to his mother!!!

At any rate, he told me that it will be 4-6 weeks before he's fully healed. I have this crazy "mom" idea that he'll slow down and concentrate on being a better college student..... (yeah, right).

I just have to sit back and sigh... after all, this is the same kid who waited two weeks to tell me he broke his finger playing football when he was in high school!!