
Braden tripped and cut open his forehead as we were walking London to her soccer practice.

It turned out to be pretty deep, so I decided to take him to the ER. I dropped the four older kids off back at home with Brent, grabbed some coloring books, crayons, and a book for myself, re-packed some of our Chinese take-out into tupperware, and Brady, Eden, and I prepared ourselves for a long night. Braden was so brave. The nurses thought he was so cute walking in holding a napkin against his forehead. They asked him what happened, and then were amazed at both how well and how much he talks. After five hours in the waiting room, two spiderman stickers, two trips to the potty (which room made our voices echo, sending Eden into fits of giggles), one trip to the soda vending machine, one trip to the candy vending machine, and one search for a trashcan, it took five minutes for a nurse to numb and clean, and a doctor to finally superglue Braden's forehead closed.
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