Poor kid/His words "bad ass"

My oldest son is having surgery today. He broke his foot seven weeks ago playing football. Of course he didn't want to miss any game so he didn't tell anyone, not his dad, not the trainers or coaches. He just kept playing. Then in the last game of the season my sister and I are watching the game and she asks...why is he limping. He had mentioned to me about 4 weeks ago that he thought his foot was broken. I said your foot is not broken...you wouldn't be able to walk on it. I should have known better than to say that. See he broke his foot when he was 5 jumping out of the barn loft onto a sawdust pile...he missed and I made him walk to the car. All the while he insisted it was broken. Insisted in the car, insisted in the emergency room, insisted at the specialist's office where we confirmed yes indeed it was broken. Then when he was 15 he jumped from one hay wagon to another and missed. I could tell it was broken. But still when he walked in the house holding his bent forearm I said "what? no you didn't". He broke his wrist at the growth plate and had to have surgery and so many x-rays to make sure he was healing and growing correctly that he glows a little now. He walked off the field smiling a little after that last game and said yep I'm officially a bad ass. I know my foot is broken. It's broken so bad that we are looking at pins to reattach the tendons and ligaments and a possible bone graft this morning....more like dumb ass. Don't complain to me how bad your foot hurts and the pins make you cold when you are 40 or when you try to get through airport security! I'm such a compassionate mother. I did promise that I wouldn't let them stick him 100 times like the last time trying to get an IV site.