Van was tubing in the snow and his head met up with the basketball pole; cut went down to the bone. Grandpa patiently excised the margins, took out a couple of little pieces of bone and gave Van 14 stitches. Van was a brave trooper and didn't flinch or cry. He earned himself an early piece of Thanksgiving pie.
Nothing like having a Dr. in the house. I remember Gary being there years ago when one of my boys got hurt and needed stitches. I don't remember if he really stitched him or just cleaned him up waiting for us to get home.
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