Tagged by Jamie
Yesterday Matthew decided that he wanted to take the blade off of my razor. Well, the blade wanted to stay on. The blade won. Poor Matthew. I was putting some clothes away in his room when I heard him start screaming. Honestly, I thought he saw a bug, so I wasn't too concerned. I just made my way towards him. And then I saw all of the blood. Lots and lots of blood. He had cut his palm, right where the thumb meets it. Ouchy! I sat him down on a bench and tried to clean it up and wrapped it up with some gauze. All the while James is handing Matthew his precious blanket, which he carries everywhere with him. But then he would want it back, so he would take it and say "thank you!" Then feeling sorry for his big brother, he would share it with Matthew again. This repeated for a while. I decided to take Matthew to the doctor to have his wound looked at. It was really hard to see it because it would not stop bleeding. And judging by the amount of skin left on the blade, it was a bad wound. Oh.My.Goodness.It.Was.A.LOT!!!!! Anyway, so we left for the doctor. And the whole time Matthew is saying, "Why did I do that? Why?" "I shouldn't have done that."