Last night, Traci and I were talking about how we were both amazed that neither of our kids have had to go to the emergency room--especially Bradley, since he's always getting into things and is quite accident-prone. I think you can already see where this is going.

Today, Bradley fell down, hit his head on a wooden part of the couch, and got big gash just above his right eye. It's just under an inch long, but it was deep. I was downstairs working at the time, but I heard Traci upstairs yelling for me. I went up to see what was going on, and she had her hand on Bradley's head, and blood was running down his face and all over her hand and arm. I took them both into the bathroom and got a washcloth to clean the blood up so I could get a good look at the cut, and I immediately saw that it was going to need stitches. I called my mom to come watch Michael, and as soon as she got here, we left. I sped all the way to the hospital, and passed quite a few cars illegally (not that it was 100% necessary), but I did't care. I was amazed that they got us back to see a nurse immediately, and the doctor had already seen Bradley before I was done signing papers. The doctor ended up using Dermabond instead of stitches, and it looks just awful now. It looked pretty bad before, but the Dermabond has a purplish tint to it, so it looks like a big gash with a big bruise around it.

I've still got Bradley beat by a long shot--I had my first stitches at six months of age, and I've had about 70 stitches total throughout my life. I hope neither of my kids are as bad as I was, but it's looking like Bradley is well on his way.