Last Saturday, Tanner and Kyrie were playing baseball in the front yard. Tanner loves to slide, did so, and hit a cement paver that was buried in the snow. He sliced open his knee and we had to go get stitches. He was not a happy camper. I on the other hand was excited to be going to the emergency room for something minor. (what I considered to be minor anyway) We got up there and he need four big stitches. He was pretty brave. Braver when I told him I'd take him out for icecream afterwards!
Now he finally has a story to tell about the time he got stitches!
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