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2 boys + 1 baseball bat = 2 stitches How's that math for ya? On Monday evening the boys decided to play in the backyard after dinner. I was sitting right here in the living room doing some work and Ryan was standing about 10 feet away in the kitchen. I heard Jared start to cry, not unusual when his brother bullies him, so I asked Ryan to see what the problem was. I can't really say when I looked outside, or what went through my head. It is a blur. I'm not even sure what caused me to look up. Perhaps Jared's cry was different, or perhaps I just reached a stopping point in my work. Dunno. I just know that he was crying, holding his hands over his forehead, and that there was blood. I'm still not even sure at what point I realized that it was a cut, and not simply a smack on the head. Strangely, what I remember well is how Bailey looked. He was standing there, holding the aluminum baseball bat, with a look of pure horror on his face. He was crying, and shaking, and just saying over and over, "It was an accident." Apparently it was a combination of Jared moving and Bailey forgetting to check where he was before swinging the bat. Ryan grabbed Jared and I went to comfort Bailey. Even hours later, he was saying, "I did it." In some ways, I felt worse for him. Bailey's emotional wound is probably deeper than Jared's physical wound. Ryan cleaned Jared up, called Kaiser, and off they went to the ER. Jared was happy and chipper as could be after the initial crying ended. Ryan said that he was great at the ER too, until the doctor touched his head. I guess that it had stopped bleeding and that when they went to clean it, it started again. It was bad enough to need some help staying closed. I think they discussed butterfly band-aids and glue, but they were both dismissed because Jared is so active. So, 2 stitches it was. I keep telling him that when they take the stitches out on Monday, he'll have a cool scar on his forehead just like Harry Potter. He's happy with that. Want a funny sidebar to this though (hmmmm...funny may be the wrong word)? Jared is truly a walking accident this week. I went to pick him up from preschool today and he had a fat lip. Seems a little girl got upset and pushed a little boy. This boy knocked into Jared and that's how he ended up with the fat lip. Wrong place, wrong time. Again. Kid looks like he's been in a bar fight. I suppose I should take some pictures for his scrapbook. past | future0 comments Listening to: Reading: Eating/drinking: Do what to me?!? - April 24, 2007 Wicked funny websearch - April 05, 2007 Trot out the dogs 'n ponies - March 31, 2007 Almost done... - March 20, 2007 Who am I? - March 12, 2007 READ ME |