So Frankie came to visit for the New Year.... and ended up in the ER...TWICE!
The first trip was a due to a mistake I made with his meds. I don't need to tell you how bad I felt about that!
The second time was because he rode our scooter down the hill in our green way and flipped it. The kick-stand somehow sliced his side about 2 1/2 inches! It took 8 stitches to put him back together!
When I walked into the ER and said "I think he needs stitches." the receptionist looked at me and smiled and said "You were here yesterday."
To which, I replied "I know and his mother is never gonna' let him come to my house again!"

When I walked into the ER and said "I think he needs stitches." the receptionist looked at me and smiled and said "You were here yesterday."
To which, I replied "I know and his mother is never gonna' let him come to my house again!"
You really have to give this kid credit though! He stayed calm. Not a single tear was shed and kept telling me every thing was gonna be fine. I have told him that this officially made him a man. He agrees!
