Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Call Me. Head wound. Not sure how bad.

Now there's a page that no one likes to send or receive. But it's exactly what Craig received this afternoon. I felt bad sending it, but I thought there was a pretty good chance he'd need to come home so one of us could take Micah to the doctor.

Of course, Craig wasn't here to open the sliding door because Luke was pounding on it and yelling "Jacob hit Micah on the head and he's bleeding!". Or to have Micah appear from behind Luke with blood running down his forehead, screaming. And he wasn't here to figure out that Jacob hit Micah in the head with a metal tool, or to sort through the mop of red-stained hair to locate the wound.

Thankfully, I think Micah's going to escape stitches.

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