The kiddos were out back cutting on some wood tonight when Princess P starts screaming. I know I have talked about her "false alarm" screaming before but this was definitely a hurt scream. I ran out and she is holding her finger and Captain C is leading her in telling her, and me, that she is ok. It was a small cut, less than an inch...but it was DEEP. I have never felt woozie with an injury before but I about passed out tonight. I don't know what it was about that little, gaping cut but it makes me gag to think about it...did I mention it was deep? Oh my. So we get it doctored up and decide that we don't need stitches, then get P distracted talking about her day. Big Daddy mentioned her tetanus and I couldn't remember if that was the one I skipped last time so called the dr to check. While I am telling the nurse what happened, P says, "It's ok. It wasn't a chain saw, just a hand saw." Phew, thanks honey.
I am crossing lumberjack off of all of their lists of possible future professions. I don't think I can handle a real injury!
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