So 47 days after he was run over by a truck, Mitch returned to school.
He can get up and walk around but he gets tired pretty easily, so he needs to ride in the wheelchair from class to class. Conner got a special pass to be excused 5 minutes early and arrive 5 minutes late to each class so that he can push Mitch.
As sweet as that is, please trust me that they are both ready to work the situation. The phrases “chicks dig scars” and “it’s a total chick magnet” have been floating around this house for days now. (And please, don’t even think about leaving some politically correct/indignant comment about girls being referred to as chicks. I can assure you it is in jest. I am not raising little meatheads.)
So glad that everything is getting back to normal and that everyone was able to work together to help take care of Mitch. It has truly been a blessing and a privilege to be a part of his care, and has been a wake-up call as to how we should never take any of our days for granted.