Juice box...

My day started yesterday with a phone call from a friend rather early. She was on her way to the ER, but was calling to ask her Home Teacher (Ben) to come give her son a blessing. It turned out that it was his apendix that needed to be removed so while Ben was on his way to the hospital, C was being prep'd for surgery. When Ben got home, he reported to me that C was getting an IV when he arrived and the mature little guy says, 'I guess I'm just like a juice box.'--calm and collected (or already doped up) Surgery went well, and we hope to see them home tonight when we bring dinner.