Having a cautious child has been very good for this cautious mother and has meant zero trips to the emergency room and little anxiety at the playground.  Which made it all the more terrifying when our city boy fell into a little children’s table and cut open his forehead around 10:30PM on our last night in Kansas at our wonderful friends Sally and Phil’s SweetLove Farm far away from a hospital.  (We’re not used to country livin’.)  The kids were playing like slaphappy cousins, wrestling and tickling and giggling loudly.  When the lights went out in an attempt to get everyone into their own beds, Huck crashed into the invisible table and the fun came to a sudden end.  Being the horrible emergency handler that I am, I got lightheaded and had to sit with my head between my knees while Troy, Sally and Phil took care of my bleeding child.  The decision was made that stitches weren’t necessary and so after applying butterfly bandaids all over his eyebrow we tried to sleep.  If you know me, you know I’m a terrible sleeper in the best of circumstances, so suffice to say I got about seven minutes of shut-eye that night.  Early the next morning we awoke to actual cockadoodledooing, packed up some delicious SweetLove Farm goodies, said our goodbyes and headed to the airport.  Because Huck’s forehead looked like he’d just survived some sort of insane plastic surgery, he was met with all kinds of comments like “What’s the other guy look like?” and “Oh, the girls are going to love it!” which made no sense at all to this sleepy seven year old.  Back in New York the doctor said the cut was healing nicely and the scar wouldn’t be too devastating for his mommy.  I’ve decided he must never play again and will spend the rest of the summer reading books.

Here’s the day-after picture and the week-after picture: