Stitch...

When Jefferson was not quite 1, he had to get his eyebrow glued. We avoided stitches. Whew! Until today! Forehead, just off center from his eyebrows, not quite an inch long. Every time you ask him what happened, the story changes a little bit. All versions of the story involve him playing on this jungle gym thing and pretending to be Spider-Man. At some point, he was swinging, he slipped, and the next thing you know, he had a hole in his head (that's how he describes it). It was pretty gruesome. I'm not sure how many stitches, but I remember the doctor using the phrase "three layers of stitches." But I've never seen a bigger, tougher boy. He didn't cry at all. Don't tell him, but I'd buy him a DS if he asked for one.