It's 4:45 p.m. as I sit at my desk. Phone rings. I pick up. Its my wife. Seth, our son, has used a single hole punch on his 6 month old sister's lip. Yes, LIP! Upper lip! Wife says, "she's bleeding a lot and it won't stop."
And the surgeon? Well, he promptly ran behind the curtains in the living room, all the while yelling, "I'm sorry mommy...I'm sorry."
The fun never stops in our household.
Oh, yeah. Tarah is fine and by the time I got home the bleeding had stopped. Whew.
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