Guess where I was on December 26 (along with half the other children in town)?
Yago was running toward the minivan door when suddenly he tripped. He fell face-first into the van door, and since the door was open he fell right onto a bolt. Here he is post-stitches. He just sat there like a champ with no general anesthesia. He had several injections to numb the area and sat patiently watching Monday Night Football as the ENT on call stitched him up. From the beginning he was trying to convince me that he was fine and didn’t need to go to the hospital for stitches…right. 8 internal stitches and one continuos set of external stitches later, here’s how he ended up:
Captain Cool
The stitches are healing quite nicely, and he’ll have a fabulous scar. The only chapter left in this adventure is to come up with a story to match the scar.
