Five Stitches

S, my brave boy, received five whole stitches in his chin last night. He hopped right up onto the table and informed the nurse he "probably only needed a piece of tape or a band aid." I had all four kids with me at our after-hours appointment, none of which had had any dinner, and they all behaved splendidly for hungry kids up past their bedtime. This whole falling and getting stitches is getting old though. I hope I'm not tempting fate with that last thought...