Apparently glue works when kids break.
I wish I would have known that earlier. Say ten years ago ...
Jack did not have to get stitches this morning. The doctor put dermabond (glue) on his forehead instead of stitches. Jack was happy. I was happy.
The doctor "spiked" Jack's hair to keep it out of the way. Jack always wants his hair spiked.
And even though they said it would sting (the numbing agent and the dermabond), Jack was a trooper. The nurses were so impressed that they gave him a bunch of stickers and a Project Linus blanket.
After a quick trip to the pharmacy, and then to Walmart while waiting the hour for his antibiotics to be ready, where we bought a Lunchable, Jack declared it was the best day of his life. So when he asked if we could stop and buy a milkshake, I just had to oblige. I couldn't spoil the best day ever.
(This morning before we left for the hospital, Jack pleaded with me to go to school because he was supposed to be the Line Leader today and they were getting a new student that he has been wanting to meet. Even with blood running down his face, he wanted to go to school.)