No ER trip, no stitches.
I was not prepared to leave the house when disaster struck yesterday. Pete was still in bed. The girls had not eaten breakfast. And I hadn’t had my second cup of coffee.
By the time we were ready to go, the cut on Mary’s head looked a little better. I went to a friend’s house (that was pre-planned anyway) and, with her approval, decided stitches probably wouldn’t be necessary.
I couldn’t get her to sit still for pictures. But here is her scabby mug.
The boys are lucky they didn’t aim their projectile any lower. OT law would be enforced: an eye for an eye.