Last week, smack in the middle of Spring Break, Cutter decided to give us a little excitement and worry. While playing outside with Tucker and Sailor, he managed to fall off of the back of Hank's truck (which he wasn't suppose to be on) and cut his leg on one of the tail pipes. Hank brought him in the house and told me we need to go to the doctor. Honestly, he was so dirty I was a little embarrassed to take him anywhere. Fortunately, my parents were visiting so Hank and I were both able to go to the ER with him.
He was more worried about how they would fix his leg, the fear of the unknown.
Seriously, most of him was this nasty.
After a little cleaning.
A little topical anesthetic for some numbing and more cleaning.
Cutter cried the entire time they injected the anesthetic (can't blame him) but insisted on watching as they stitched him up.
All that excitement must have been exhausting, he was quickly out on the way home.
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