Okay I have been working since last night to put a fire that I kind of created
out. Dale my husband had been down to check on Jessica and Ethan. And
learned he was burned by soup this last week. And she had spent lots
of money taking care of him. Well there should have been a place to go
for prescriptions. (I will be working on getting a government card for her now)

But I thought that she had at least told my son. Just hadn't gotten a idea
where to go for prescriptions. Nope, she hadn't. He got upset with me texting, and I thought I'd got him off the edge to yell and say things to her.

Nope he walked down to were she is. And she had to call the cops. I'm personally glad she did that. It was necessary. But they also told her
to get a restraining order. Which we will see if she does.

The biggest part of this is I wouldn't tell Dale last night. He needed
to be able to sleep, and not scream in the house. Will was sleeping
on the couch.

Ugh, so I still get to tell him later today, what happened and why.
Hoping he can understand why it was necessary to tell Danny
about the burns. I honestly thought he knew. But no.

(Also note: when he was 3 or 4, this is same grandson that I helped
have a severe burn in Kokomo thanks to coffee. So the reaction wasn't
unexpected.)

Donna