Everyone had finished school.
Caleb and Hudson were helping Brian with outdoor projects.
Everyone else was reading.
A quiet afternoon.
Brian came to the house.
He calmly asked, "Did you have plans to go to the ER today?"
I said, "No. That is not on my list."
(yes, I am a list person)
I looked at him, top to bottom looking for a lost limb or blood pouring out.
He said, "I am fine."
Then Hudson came walking in.
I looked at him looking for blood.
He said, "It's not me. It's Caleb."
"Oh Dear! What happened?" I asked.
"We were driving t-posts in the ground for the snow fence. Caleb brought the post hole driver down on his head instead of the t-post. He needs stitches."
Off to the ER we went!
Of course, on the way there, Caleb was saying, "Mom - - you and Dad are making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. It's not that bad. I will be fine."
The Dr. had a different opinion.
A few shots of numbing and 8 staples later we were headed home.
