Christmas afternoon Andrew decided that he needed a little more excitement. So he banged his head into our padded ottoman and gashed open his eyelid.
After consulting the family (real family that is, uncle) doctor, we decided we had to get a few Christmas stitches. For a real doozy of a present, Uncle M offered to do the stitches for us at his clinic. So we met him there and Andrew got 5 stitches. Uncle M said that he was probably the best 4-year-old he'd ever stitched since he was so still and quiet, which made Andrew quite proud and happy.