This afternoon at 4:30, I got a call from daycare..."Jake has cut his head, and it won't stop bleeding." WHAT!!! I raced over, and sure enough there is a gash the size of the Grand Canyon (at least in my eyes) on his poor, sweet forehead. But, true to his delicious nature, he was smiling away through is sweaty, tear-stained face, just happy to see mommy. Off we raced to the emergency room where they had to stitch him up. For those of you who have never been through this, I hope you never have to. It's awful. He was wrapped up like a burrito. Then, we had to hold his body down, while the nurse held his head so the doctor could stitch him up. The brave little boy was crying so hard he wasn't even breathing.
If I ever send him back to the Den of Danger (aka Daycare), perhaps we'll sport one of these jazzy bandages from The Perpetual Child.
Several stitches, and many cookies later, he's all snuggled in his bed.
All I really want for mother's day is no scar, and lots of happy kisses.