Seizure count: one last Saturday, one last Sunday, and one Thursday evening.
Thursday he slammed his hand hard in the door at our friends' house. No charming story, just a bummer.
But Sunday there was something sweet. L had a seizure during Sunday school (always!) and M gave him his own shorts to wear for the rest of the lesson. He said it was ok since he was wearing boxers. I guess we have had to ask him to do that before when we were out without spare clothes. "I will always wear boxers," he reassured me, "so L can always have my shorts."
You do have to get creative. Last Saturday, L had one on the way to soccer. I washed his pants on the side of the road with a bottle of water, and they were dry by the time we got there!