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Poor Peter! But who among us can say we got the scar on our head by running headlong into the tail wing of a 1940's circa airplane. A replica, actually, at Oak Meadows Park. I was unfortunately attending to the wrong son's head as I applied sunscreen to Justin on the other side of the park. But 3 guardian angels in the form of other moms, saw his accident and rushed to help, applied pressure to his wound and came to find me. They then held him, while he gushed blood all over them, and spoke comforting words about how brave he was (barely audible over his resounding screams), while I called the paramedics. I was not prepared for this, but thank our God who "neither slumbers nor sleeps," as He put a plan in motion from the moment Peter hurt himself, which included an amazingly calm mother, friends to watch the other kids, and wonderful strangers.

The plastic surgeon did not have everything we could wish for in bedside manner (as she warned Peter about the shot she was about to give him in his head and then left for 25 minutes, apparently to give him time to contemplate the fun to come.) But she did a wonderful job on the stitches (maybe 13- I'll have to count when Peter lets me within 3 feet of his head).
Its always interesting when you end your day so far from where you expected or planned to be. Yet it's nice to change your expectations from a clean and organized house, well behaved and happy children, and a well prepared meal on the table for dinner, to "Thank you, Lord that we're all home safe tonight!"

Peter is waiting for me to watch Happy Feet with him:)