Dragging three small children to the ER by myself first thing in the morning is not really my idea of fun, but the boys did pretty well. It took almost three hours to get three tiny stitches, and then we were off. Clayton was so brave, so we stopped in at Wal-Mart to pick up a new little car for a reward. When Ryan got home later that night, Clayton had no interest in showing Ryan the stitches. He only wanted Ryan to see his new car.
I'm sure with three boys this will not be our last stitches incident. I actually can't believe this was our first.
One day last week was "P" day at school, and Clayton's teacher sent home a pickle bandaid for each kid for the next time they were "in a pickle." Clayton was beyond excited to wear his pickle bandaid to school the next day.
Today we're letting them breathe a little, which reminds me I need to call and get an appointment to get them taken out soon.