Brain Damage

Caleb comes to me this morning with no tears, no blood, and says, "Mama?"

"Hmm?"

"Leah dropped the wheel from the wagon on my brain."

"Can you show me where it hit you?" He points to a spot on the upper part of his hairline, along his forehead. I kiss it. "Are you okay?"

"Yep," and he walks out to face his abuser.