The day started with my 14-year-old having knee surgery
due to a lateral meniscus tear from playing football.
They shaved his knee and then let me initial it...
you know, to be sure I had their permission.
(OK, not really, it's to verify they are operating on the correct knee.)
Then the surgeon showed up and wrote "YES" in big letters on the same knee...
and wrote "NOT" on the other knee.
He knew what he was doing.
And the surgery went well.
And now my son is home.
My grandmother has dropped off his favorite meal.
She made him chicken and dumplings.
And all is right with the world again.