Saturday we received a text with a picture of the grandson
with a gash in the head. Apparently a
collision with a dresser handle. His mom
posted the picture in black and white and had folks guess how many stitches it
would require.
The Miyoshi text trail exploded. Each of his uncles and his father have been
there and each with their version and number of stitches. There was a time where we speculated that
they were going to name the ER after us due to the number of visits. And the questions of how it happened without
us, the parents being there to verify the account of how it happened. Then Grandma’s siblings poured in with their
ER visit and stitches.
It was pointed out that if it was a contest of the number of
stiches, Gayle reminded everyone that I won.
We just don’t know how many it took to sew my chest up after open heart
surgery. Ouch. Camden had 4 stitches, did not cry, and is
running around with a bandied on his forehead for at least a week.
I was going to post a photo of the gash, but after cropping and converting to black and white, it still gives me the creeps......
I was going to post a photo of the gash, but after cropping and converting to black and white, it still gives me the creeps......
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