First Boo-Boo

Well we knew we were going to get the call sooner or later and it just came sooner..."Brett, has a gash on his face and we think he needs stitches." Of course, I didn't answer my phone because I can never hear it ring (don't worry, this was the day I gave them my work numbers) so Scott was on his way to get him before I ever knew what was going on.

Of course, when I finally talked to Scott this is how our conversation went:

Scott - What should I do? Take him to urgent care/ER?

Me - I don't know, what about his pediatrician?

Scott - His pediatrician isn't a surgeon.

Me- Wait...why are you asking me this, aren't you the doctor?

Scott - Oh yeah, ok, I'll take care of it.

And that's exactly what he did. Cleaned it up, put a butterfly over it and topped it off with a band aid.

Apparently, after an incident like that both the doctor and patient need an icee.

And it just happens to be a coincidence that I wasn't much older than Brett, when I too got my first boo boo in the exact spot that Brett got his, just on the opposite eyebrow.

Guess I'm in for a lifetime of "feel better icees"!