Simon caught sight of my legs this afternoon, as we were getting ready to go out. His eyes got big. “Mama! You got hurts!”
I decide not to tell him that the bugs did it. We have plenty of bug drama as it is. “I’m okay.”
He touched my leg gently. “You got a lot of hurts, Mama.” He looked up at me, worried, “Can you walk?”
So tender. So sweet. So much for my confidence in the idea that no one else was going to notice or think much of the giant, red, and apparently crippling bumps all over my legs.