Mom got a phone call from the director of my school right before lunch. She had to come pick me up because I ran into a doorway hinge and split open my forehead. We went to Urgent Care this time around so we wouldn't have to wait too long.

I was perfectly happy zooming around in the exam room while we waited for someone to come in. I wasn't so happy, though, when they taped my eye shut and took me to the room where I was stitched up (three stitches!). I screamed and screamed and kept telling Mommy "all done!" She didn't get any pictures of that because she had to help hold me down and try not to cry all at once. Poor Mommy.

When we got home, Mom stayed with me in my room for a little while to see if I would mess with the stiches. I was more interested in reading this book.

Peace, Mommy, it's all good.

It's a good thing you love me so much... AND that we have health insurance.

After my two and a half hour nap, Mom let me watch a video to keep me out of trouble.

Dr. Mike called Mommy to see how I was doing and he ended the call with:
"Just so you know, we also treat broken bones here."
Mommy wasn't amused (actually, she was in a pathetic sort of way)