Amber called me and asked if it would be possible to come home a little early. She went on to explain this detailed account of haircut for Bryson, going to do a little shopping over here, getting the stroller out, slamming her head with the liftgate, gushing blood, feeling dizzy, not sure she can drive, etc. She just wanted me to come home and look at it to see how bad it was. I could see the cut was deep enough that it wasn’t going to heal on its own, so I said, lets go get you some stitches. I can’t help comparing this incident to something that would frequently happen to Amber’s dad!
