If It's Not One ...

it's the other. Or the other. Brian was cleaning our stove hood and almost cut the whole tip of his finger off this morning, and landed himself in the ER. That means, that in the past two years, every single one of the boys has paid a visit to the ER. First it was H with a tooth through his cheek. Next it was C with a pussy willow in his nose. Now Brian. Seriously, it's just me and the dog who haven't had to go yet -- which is actually a big deal, because before kids we had Sky Pilot the greyhound, who constantly was visiting the emergency animal hospital. Here's Brian before the four stitches he got on his finger tip. Wowch!