Staples

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.