Well. My good man called me at around 5:30 tonight from the hospital to say that our youngest was there with a good knock to the head - yipes! It turns out that Max needed 3 stitches. He was a little disappointed as the nurse told him that he'd need 5 or 6. Silly boy - not being as silly as usual! While our oldest was out on the ice for hockey practice, our youngest (who usually runs around all silly on the cement bleachers) slipped from basically a sitting position down the steps and and whacked his head. What a nightmare for my good man. Max is okey dokey now, so far...
I can only hope that he sleeps tight tonight, and wakes full of his usual fun.
Whew. Time to turn out the light.
L
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