A Lesson Learned

John decided one day last week that he wanted to be a ghost.  He was walking around the house with a bathrobe over his head.  I told him it was a bad idea.  Not only did I tell him it was a bad idea, I also told him not to do it.  He was going to get hurt.  Do you know where I'm going with this?  Sure enough he was walking around the living room and tripped on a little rocking chair.  He started screaming immediately and when we pulled the bathrobe off of his head, all we saw was blood.  When we wiped up the blood a bit we saw a huge chunk of his lip just kind of hanging there.  Gross, huh?  I'm not one to run to the doctor for everything, but this was pretty bad.  Thankfully Hans was home since the other two boys were sleeping.  And can you imagine me taking the three boys by myself to urgent care.  After having to wake the two little ones up?  Nightmare.  John was a good patient and kept still and relatively quiet the while time.  The nurses kept telling Hans that John was the best little patient they have ever had.  They also told me that the next day when I went to urgent care with Anders for pink eye.  But that is a story for a different time.  After some Dermabond, the lip was as good as new, just a little bigger.  John was in pretty good spirits when he came home and told me he promised the doctor and the nurses that he wouldn't walk around with a bathrobe over his head again.  But he didn't promise not to walk around with a blanket over his head.  I'm sure when the lip is healed and his memory is erased he'll be a ghost with a blanket.

See, it really don't look that bad all glued together.  You can see where the chunk of lip was attached.  Gross.

I love he he felt he needed to stick out his lip for me to see.  The lip has healed nicely and he has a fun story to tell of his friends at school.