Ashton has been very proud of his new battle wound. He gashed his head open yesterday. I heard some crying upstairs during their quiet time, and had a little voice inside tell me to check it out. To my discovery, blood...!
Thankfully I am one of those, stay-calm-in-an-emergency kind of folks. So, as I cupped my hand under his ever flowing wound, I tried to encourage him that everything would be OK. A roll of toilet paper later revealed that his gash was about 1/2 inch long and maybe 1/8 inch deep. He probably could have used stitches from a doc, but I just got some butterfly bandages, and cleaned the area. A doctor friend of ours was returning a saw and was able to see if I did a good enough job cleaning it and closing it up. I did. :-)
Here is my dear, brave, subject...my son. And his lovely boo boo.
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