My baby's birthday is today. He lost his (MY!!!) flute on Friday and has to tell the teachers, which he was dreading. And then, some rotten kid hit him with a rock and left a 4 inch gash (his little arm is only what, 20 inches long?) with bruises. I haven't seen it yet. He's having a no-good, very-bad day. I tried to cheer him up, but I can't hug him over the phone. If you get a chance, send him a good thought or two. I hope his day isn't ruined.