Not for the squeamish

I've always felt lucky that we've avoided stitches in our house. With two rambunctious and daring boys, one would think we were frequent visitors of the local emergency room. Happily enough we have not had to have any wounds deep enough to even consider stitching.... until tonight. I was down sweeping the kitchen floor after dinner, Tadd was away and the kids were excited to start a game of hide and seek. I heard a crash then a scream, so I dropped my broom and ran up to see what the commotion was. Since I didn't witness the accident first hand, I really don't know what happened, but I believe it involved a slippery bathroom counter, a camera tripod, and lights off hide and seek. Henry's lip was bleeding pretty badly and he was crying, after I gave him a popsicle and quieted his tears (and cleaned up LOTS of blood) I though that was that and he was fine....

Until...

He stuck out his tongue.

Now, it may not look bad, but this little wound is DEEP. I hemmed and hawed, I wondered, should I take him in? My stomach flipped every time he stuck his tongue out. He was crying from the pain and I made a quick call to super Grandfather. Grandpa has lots of expertise in the field of of little boy wounds (he raised 5 boys after all) plus, he's a nurse! So grandpa came over and ruled the wound A-OK. No ER trip necessary! I was so grateful. So off to bed Henry went and Grandfather even called an oral surgeon to ask his opinion. The expert opinion? Give the kid a popsicle and some tylenol, done, and done. We are so thankful for a Grandfather that will come at the drop of a hat while Daddy is away. We love you Grandpa!!