Or, well, the other stool.
Ken was playing with him and his face got a little to close to the sharp edge of a stool at a friends' house this week. Frankly, I can't believe we made it to almost 4 1/2 without needing stitches. Actually, a little skin glue did the trick just fine (one of the perks of my job -- at least we didn't have to wait for 3 hours to get it fixed). The best part? That Luke has spent the last 5 days telling everyone we see (friends, random clerks at supermarkets, waitresses) how "Daddy was playing with me and he spun me upside down and hit me against a stool. But it was just a little cut." I guess I'll be expecting social services any time . . .
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