injured!

my sister margarita just called. my poor little nephew/godson has a concussion. poor thing, he is simply adorable anyway, but this just makes me love him more. he is so smart and type a for an eight year old, really. he was apparently very confused and kept asking about the day of the week. when margarita would tell him wednesday, he would respond, "oh no! this means my perfect attendance record is going to be ruined!" this continued every 3 minutes for the afternoon/evening. poor thing, to be worried only about getting an award at school. i'll post a photo so you can see how cute he is!