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< October 2008

• Sat, Oct 11, 2008 9:43 AM

  5 Years, 9 Months, 26 Days...
  
  ...is how long it took for Calvin to get his first stitches. And our son, he didn't just go half-way, oh no, he decided to go full hilt and get them RIGHT ON HIS EYE. We're so proud of his dedication to his injuries.
  
  Joep & I were about 10 minutes away from Calvin's school yesterday when my cell phone rang. It was one of the directors of his Kids' Club after school program calling to tell me our son had "gotten hurt on the playground and was bleeding pretty bad". Ladies & gentlemen, it was at this point that Joep proved he was capable of going more than 1 mph over the speed limit. I'd like to think it was because his concern overrode his aversion to speeding, but I think it had more to do with the fact that he was probably worried that if he didn't speed up a bit, I'd kick his ass out the driver's side window and break land speed records myself.
  
  Aw, don't worry. He knows I love him and would totally come back to get him later.
  
  We got to the school to find a 5-year-old little boy wearing a shirt decorated with his own blood. Up until that point, we were told he'd been one brave little dude. And then he saw Mama and that switch inside every human being that triggers the tears upon seeing one's mama went off and the poor kid's face crumpled up to cry and broke my heart.
  
  We were told he went running under the monkey bars right as another kid was swinging from them and got kicked in the head. Which sent him right into the playground equipment, face first. I think the words you're looking for here are, "EFFING OUCH".
  
  After calming Calvin down and reassuring him several times that SERIOUSLY, stop worrying about your shirt, it's OK, no really, it's fine if it's stained, you have others, we were off to the nearest urgent care facility to see about furthering Calvin's pain.
  
  After meeting up with the world's 2 nicest nurses and the world's oldest doctor, Calvin walked out with 5 stitches and his first battle wound. We're thinking of getting him one of those awful shirts that says, "You should see the other guy!" But then we figured he's been through enough pain.
  
  You can see the carnage under the June to December 2008 photo album. There are 4 photos guaranteed to induce the dry heaves. Have fun!

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