At 2:30 PM, just as I was getting ready to leave work, I got a call from my mom. Adonis*, in his unconditional love, had given Apollo* a hug and Apollo* had lost balance and fallen face first on a bouncer, cutting his inner lower lip and producing a lot of blood.
After a 30-minute commute, I got home and walked straight towards Apollo only to find out that it was actually Adonis who had been injured. My mom, in her anxiety, had mixed up their names. It was a pretty funny scene: Apollo with arms up and ready to be cuddled by mommy and mommy suddenly shifting away from him to Adonis, leaving Apollo hanging.
