{My poor baby...}

It was one of those when you get a dreaded phone call that something has happened to one of you kids. As I got to the school I learned that there was a little bit of horseing around and my son happened to be the one that got hurt. Sometimes I think it a boy thing. I'm told by the nurse that it might need stitches so I'm off to the doctors. Of course, my son need 4 stitches over his eye. Nothing is worse than watching your son get 3 shots in the wound so it could be numbed, we know as parents we would do anything to take their pain away. As he was getting the shots he dug his fingernails into my skin, the pain was horrible. I suppose misery loves company. I do have to say he was such a CHAMP while going through it all. Of course I had to take a couple of pictures.