True story of a sprout sent to the emergency room by
Thomas the Tank Engine and his very useful friends.
Thomas the Tank Engine and his very useful friends.
We came home from the gym a sweaty mess late and cooked dinner.
I had a client coming over for a haircut.
Our floor was covered in "deadly" toys.
The older children went outside to mess up the garage. I discovered this as I tried to get to the car with a bleeding child...
While E was watching baby Einstein he was also walking around.
He tripped on something and fell into Thomas, his friends and the eight million additional pieces you need to have for a successful train experience....
He stood up (screaming). I saw it, a hole, right in his head. Not very wide, but it was deep.
I decided a trip to primary's hospital was worth the long drive to minimize a potential scare.
Sound like paranoia? Yes!
but
One look at my own forehead and anyone would understand. Three bad stitches and a lifetime of people asking, "where did you get that knife wound on your head"?
Sound like paranoia? Yes!
but
One look at my own forehead and anyone would understand. Three bad stitches and a lifetime of people asking, "where did you get that knife wound on your head"?
We sat in the waiting room close to 3 hours.
Another 2 hours waiting in the room we were assigned and some super glue applied to his head we were released to go home.
It was a 'one minute fix'.
WHEW!
It was a 'one minute fix'.
WHEW!
Moral of this story: Thomas and his friends are not very useful engines!