Monday night Luke split open his chin. He whacked it on the same window sill upon which Katie cracked her head 2 years ago, for which she needed 3 staples to close the gash. Must be that his bony chin has few nerve endings, because Luke didn't even realize he'd hurt himself. Not a tear was shed while we considered whether to take him for stitches. It was 9:30 p.m. and since I managed to find a few butterfly bandages that would hold the skin together nicely, we took our chances and treated him at home. He'll probably have a scar to remind him of it, but it seems to be healing up rather dandily.
This morning Nathan ran into the coffee table. He chipped his front tooth a bit and tore up his lip and the roof of his mouth pretty well. It caused him pain for several hours and he was unable eat or drink anything until dinner. To add insult to injury, he fell again on the pavement and started bleeding all over again. Poor kid. My teeth hurt just thinking about it.
(Sorry -- no picture. He wasn't very happy with me when I tried to photograph him...go figure.)
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