Another Childhood Milestone
Daycare called this morning, about half an hour after I'd gotten to work. A call from daycare is never a good thing. It always means your child is running a fever and needs to come home. Well, not this time! This time he had tripped and cut his chin on a table!
Didn't see that coming, did you? I sure didn't.
(Raise your head up slightly. Right on the underside of your chin, where it stops being bone and becomes much fleshier, that's where he cut it. Touch your thumbnail there. That's about the length of the cut, give or take. If you want the full effect, use said thumbnail to gouge out a divot.)
It went well enough. He was in a good mood, for the most part, only slightly subdued at the beginning. After we'd been there an hour and the anesthetic goop they applied to his wound had kicked in, he ran around with enthusiasm. Then they strapped him down (using actual restraints, which made perfect sense but were disconcerting to see him in) and fixed him up. Three stitches for him, and a few emotional scars for us.