This afternoon, I was trying to get the kids ready to take a walk through the neighborhood. Now that it is getting dark at 7:30, our days of playing outside after supper are coming to an end.
And, of course, in the 12.75 seconds I was not paying attention, G managed to shove M's head into the corner of the stair (where there is no carpet), cutting a vertical gash over his eye.
M cried really, really hard for a very short time and settled easily, but I took him to urgent care anyway because the cut was vertical, deeper than I felt comfortable with just leaving alone, and right over his eye. (And why, by the way, does this kinda junk happen at 5:01 pm after the doctor's offices have closed?)
The doctor cleaned him up and closed the laceration with Dermabond. M will have a scar. His first of many given to him by his terror of an older brother.
I know this will be the first of many encounters my boys will have with Dermabond, sutures and scars.