Please don't call

CPS, that is. I picked Liam up from preschool on Thursday. I'm able to walk over to his preschool from MIT - it takes about 45 minutes, but there's no good direct public transportation route. Anyway, when I arrived - at about 3 - they were all on the playground. He had just fallen down. He looked around, as if searching for a grown-up to comfort him. He was so excited, as was I - that I could be there for him. He had scraped his fingers a bit, and they were bleeding slightly. Nothing serious, but I told him we could stop by the pharmacy on the way back. Before we left, I talked for awhile with Liam's teacher about Liam hitting his friends a few times that day. One of his classmate's dad, RobertSkendarian owns a local (yes, they still exist) drug store, less than a block from his school. We went in and he picked out Curious George bandaids. As we were paying for them, Robert asked Liam why he needed a bandaid. Liam said that he hurt his fingers. Robert asked what happened, and Liam said, "My mommy hit me."