Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Just two nights ago Laura commented that Logan would be our first one with a broken bone. She said this shortly after he did a swan dive from his toybox onto his bed. (Yes, he did stick the landing.) This afternoon he fell down while playing in the house and finally hit "just right". Laura took him to the kid med-center where he bravely recieved three stitches in his forehead above his left eye. He's going to be ok. I think he gets it from me. I was a bit "knievel-ish" during my growing up years, and can remember four trips to the ER for accident related stitches. I hope he never tries my classic "attempting to fly off the top of the slide while wearing a red towl safety-pinned around my neck" stunt.
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That's the one thing we haven't had to deal with yet. Hope we won't have to now that I typed these words. Hope you guys are doing well.
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