staple

It never fails that when we're right in the middle of something...something not so easy to just up and leave...we have an incident. The day we were doing peaches, about 4:30, all our kids + a few more were out back playing. They had been all day. It was quite nice. All of a sudden, Noah comes running in the house holding his breath because he's crying so hard, holding his head. He can't even talk to tell us what happened. Finally we get him to tell us that Cutler threw something at his head. We're all just kind of standing there, not really knowing what to do, thinking it just hurts really bad. He finally calmed down a little bit and moved his hand and looks at it. It was covered with blood, so he started panicking and crying again. We took him in the bathroom to clean it up and determine how bad it was. And of course I thought it would need a stitch or two.
So Janet and I ran him over to insta care and waited...and waited...and waited. Seriously! It was horrible. The dr. said he would need a staple, so we waited some more. We were there over an hour and I think there was only 1 other person there. I hate insta-care just for that reason!

Noah was so brave and proudly wore the staple around for a week.