Stitches

We had our first trip to the Scottish Rite ER last Monday night when I took a little fall down the rock steps in our backyard. Thankfully, I was a trooper through the whole event. I had forgotten all about the fall after 5 minutes, and the worst part about the stiches was that mom and dad had to hold me down while the plastic surgeon stitched me up. 3 tiny ones! I like to call them battle scares. All little boys have to have them, right? Mom and dad were painfully reminded that you can not leave me alone for even a second. I'm too curious!

I did not show a close up for fear that I would gross out some people