Yesterday, Cass was outside with B, helping him Build Things. A very important job for a boy, since Only Big Boys Can Help and Little Sisters Are Too Small To Assist And Should Go Indoors.
(I'm sure You Get The Point, so I'll Stop Capitalizing Now.)
Bear has been putting together a new trailer for his four-wheeler (the old one is in bits) and had taken the old pieces apart to measure and use as templates for the new. C found a bit of rope where someone had tied the back gate shut and ran for the scissors to help.
He actually made it back with the scissors, but leaned too close to see what he was doing and ended up poking a hole in his eyelid (near where the nose meets the eye socket. Neither eye was affected.) so he and I went to the hospital, where the OPD doctor was very calm and kind with him and soothed him so much with her soft voice that I thought he fell asleep on the table, so relaxed was he.
She cleaned it out and decided that glue would work just as well as a stitch or two, so he held veeerry still and she pushed him back together.
She thinks it won't scar. (Hurrah!) He was thrilled not to get a needle but a little dismayed that they weren't going to patch his eye up completely - with Halloween coming, he thought he'd just be a pirate.
Of course ice cream on the way home (Thank you, McDonald's, for selling ice cream even out of season) made him feel all better, and today he doesn't have a black eye or even a headache.
Just a pale purple swatch near his scab that he uses to tell all his friends about it.
'See! They put GLUE IN MY HEAD!'