This past Tuesday, Molly (hopefully) completed our quota of head-injuries requiring stitches or staples. During a rambunctious session of "wrestle-time" with Daddy and her sissies on the living room couch after dinner, she managed to wriggle loose and clunk her head on the coffee table at just the right angle to issue a gaping wound that needed two staples. She cried a tiny bit when it happened and then only a short bit at the Urgent Care when they made her lie still in my lap to put the topical anesthetic on it. I couldn't even stomach to be in the room when they did the stapling but it didn't even seem to phase her! Not so much as a peep when the staples went in, and the first words out of her mouth when I re-entered the room were, "I have a sucker?" Then she was happy as a little clam to have her sucker, ID bracelet, and a "Big Bert Kicker" (Big Bird Sticker) on her shirt as her rewards for her ordeal. Such a little trooper!I'm hoping we've closed the chapter of Urgent Care visits in our family for awhile. Our swipe cards are getting worn. ;)
