With three boys in the house, it’s hard for me to believe that I’m the one who ended up at urgent care tonight getting stitches. But so it goes. The odds are never good for the pinky when it’s going up against a kitchen knife.
Four stitches and a tetanus shot and I was good to go.
Now that is dedication. Stitches and you can still blog. I hear you on the boys being the first for stitches. Maybe this means they will never need them. Boy that is a good mommy taking one for the team, or four as the case may be. Hope it doesn’t hurt too much. Jamma