On Porter's first day back to day care from Park City he decided to do some dare devil stunts and jump off a dinosaur, and cut his head open. When they called me I was imagining the scene: blood spewing from his head, Porter in hysterics, Burk and I both with the help of 5 nurses holding him down while the doctor checked his head to even see if it needed to be stitched. I could not have been more wrong. I actually met Burk and the boys at the doctors office and Porter was not even crying. He had the ipod and was playing angry birds, patiently waiting his turn. When we went in Dr. Carl took one look at it and said no way could it be glued, it was going to have to be stitched. Porter held my hand and squeezed when it hurt but was determined not to cry. Dr Carl told him he was doing so good he had stitched adults who were bigger babies. Porter took pride in that, telling everyone he saw for 10 days "six stitches, zero tears and there are adults who can't do that". The next day the dinosaur became "extinct" at the day care. Porter's favorite teacher Mrs. Judy, was the one who was with him when the accident happened. She was so worried we would be upset. But in truth we were so thankful she was there to keep him calm until Burk could get there. I guess the life of boys and their many accidents has begun.
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He was incredibly calm, I was a wreck. It is funny how kids can get worked up about not getting to watch spongebob, but are total heroes when something like this happens.
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