until the dirty green boot comes off.
After the swelling stopped, my boy has been an angel, never complaining about his foot. He has hopped around in a special high-speed run hop he developed, and even hiked through gardens without whining.
He has read like a maniac and built hundreds of lego constructions.
His toes are so black that even scrubbing leaves them only a lighter brown. His cast is wearing through and his little cast shoe is worn down to the nub. Perhaps no cast-bound child has ever been so mobile.
Friday the cast comes off. Sunday he sword fights at his own birthday party.
Will my eight-year-old peg leg still be able to hold his own with pirates and fellow fencers?
We shall see.
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