Michael was washing our cake dome in the sink when it slipped from his hands and you guessed it, sliced his finger almost in half. Ick . . . that’s what I said when we returned home from the e-r and there were drops of blood all over the place.
-He had to get some stiches.-
In the sink, on the counter allover the floor, splattered on the fridge and today I found a few dried up spots on a cabinet. Ick.
Mm was a trooper and made it through swimmingly but we may be calling a hand specialist because of the numbness he still has in his pinkie. Can you believe he took the stitches out himself?