The social committee at school arranged a lovely pot-luck Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday night. The turkey smelled great, the stuffing looked amazing and there was plenty of cranberry sauce. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to have any of it. Just as I had filled my plate and was about to sit down and enjoy my meal, Will tripped over the carpet and lost a fight with the glass coffee table. There’s a lot of blood in a six year old’s head! The two nurses at the party suggested that a stitch or two would probably be needed, so off we went to the medical clinic. For those of you who know Will well, you will know that he is very dramatic when he gets hurt. He’s been known to cry for hours about a sliver or a stubbed toe. Last year in Kindergarten, he regularly visited the office for ice so he could soothe his non-existent bumps and bruises. Amazingly, after the initial shock of the fall, there were no more tears. Not even for the needle or the stitches. He is very proud of his stitches and he says the girls will like his scar.
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