First Stitches

Jeff got his first battle wound last weekend. He was going up the stairs in my parents garage and lost his balance. He turned as he fell and hit his eyebrow just right on a can on beans (which is actually one of his favorite foods). He didn't bleed very much but it was gashed open pretty good. We took him in to the doctor where he got six stitches. Getting the stitches was actually the worst part. He was a trooper. He even smiled at the doctor and nurse once he had calmed down (and they had given him a popsicle).