Stitches

Here’s the battle wounds. 

About 7:40 last night Josh tripped into the square end table in our living room.  As he went down, I saw the wound and knew it would need stitches.  It looked as if he had a third eye on his forehead!  Josh was in a lot of pain and freaking out at all the blood.  And it didn’t help that we said the word “stitches.”    The urgent care by our house closes at 8pm, so Darrin hurried over there and got him stitched up!  He said the numbing shot was the worst part.  6 stitches later he was good to go, and Dad bought him a Oreo shake from Carl’s Jr. which can make anything better!

What a great way to celebrate your 8th birthday tomorrow!!