Kid whichever

The kids got in the car this afternoon after school. This is how our conversation usually goes.
"Hi, ____(kid whichever)___!! How was school?!" I ask with enthusiasm every day.
"Fine." Kid whichever will answer, usually mumbling.
"What did you do today?" I ask, my enthusiasm wanes, but my hopefulness for an answer still high.
"Nuthin." Kid whichever will answer.
Kid whichever is any of the 3 kids. All have the same answers for me.

Today I was surprised.
"Hi, how was school?!"
And the boy answered me. "Mom, I got to see muscle and bone today."
"Oh, great. Tell me." I was thinking in health, some poster of the anatomy with the blue and red lay out of the arteries and veins.
"This kid, on the playground, was running. He ran into the tree branches. It stuck him in the leg and he was bleeding and we saw the muscle and bone." He said all matter of fact like. Like he sees this every day.
"What did you just say? Muscle and bone?"
"Yeah, I heard about that too, Zack. Wow, you were there?" My niece chimes in.
"Yeah, during recess."
"Muscle and bone?"I repeat.
"Yeah, there was a big hole in his leg."
"So he had to go to the hospital, then?"
"Well, yeah, mom. He had a hole in his leg."

I was surprised. Muscle and bone. I didn't know whether to believe that or not, but he had this look on his face like he had seen muscle and bone. It's a specific look that one gets when they have seen muscle and bone or some innard of the human body. A drawn look with a special color of pale. The flesh wound look.

I wonder what Maureen-the-school-nurse had to say about that? Must have been like an ER in that little lice den of an office she runs.

Jill
2/10/12