Nice Scar

Gresham, age almost 3, went to the emergency room last night just after dinner.  He jumped off of an ottoman and onto the couch, which was bouncy enough to catapult him over the back of the couch and into a wooden table a few feet away.  Apparently he’s got a vertical.

Three hours later, Dr.Todd at Williamson Medical Center’s emergency room tells us he’s fine.  He’ll just have some gnarly scars on his right eye lid and eyebrow for life and a golf ball sized knot just above for a few days.  He looks like Rocky in the third round.  Cool.

It’s kind of sick I know but I’m proud.  A trip to the emergency room is a rite of passage into manhood, or a mark of stupidity.  Maybe both.  Either way, he’s a little more like me now.