My POOR Son!

Oh, my pitiful looking little boy. This is what happens when three first grade little boys decide to play golf. Isaac was at playgroup on Monday and about fifteen minutes after I dropped him off I got a phone call. Isaac had taken a hit in the cheek with a golf iron.



I cleaned him up and tried unsuccesfully to butterfly and steristrip him back together. Unfortunately the laceration kept oozing and nothing would stick. So a few minutes later we were on our way to the quick care. He ended up with seven stitches on his cheek.



He was so brave and only cried as the doctor was injecting the lidocaine. The doctor was great and talked and joked around with Isaac the whole time so Isaac was pretty relaxed. These pictures were taken later at home after the lidocaine wore off, thus the distressed look on Isaac's face.



Saturday night after I removed his stitches he was a much happier boy! It is truly wondrous how our quickly our bodies are able to heal themselves!