There's something inevitable about boys and stitches. With only 4.5 years of parenting behind us,
we got to make our first rush to the emergency room to get a bloody gash cleaned up and stitched up. Rai tripped while running in our hallway and did a Superman dive, face first, at the corner of our bench. Despite the five stitches on his upper cheek, we find ourselves thankful. Thankful that contact was millimeters from his eye. So, for a little while, anyway, we've got Frankenstein's little monster in our home. A few days later, Rai is in good spirits and it's almost as if nothing every happened. Almost.
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