The afternoon that Birdie wore the Crocs to school, he emerged from his classroom with a large band-aid on his temple, staring at me with soulful, moist hazel eyes. He handed me a slip of paper. It was a note from the nurse, informing me that Birdie has fallen at recess, scraped his elbow, skinned his knee, and bumped his head.
"She tried to call you," Birdie said.
"Are you all right?" I asked. I had turned off my cell phone during a meeting; that must have been when the nurse called.
"I have a headache," Birdie said. There are tiny blood droplets staining his shirt.
"I saw him fall," his teacher tells me. "It's those Crocs. I have some, and I know you really can't run in Crocs."
Well, they have to be better than flip-flops, right? Now the footwear issue is a safety concern! From now until his college graduation, I will consider it my duty to be sure my kid will wear shoes to school.
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