This sad little monkey is your brother after getting five
stitches in the front of his forehead on August 1, 2015. Hopefully by the time you read this, you
won’t be able to see the scar. I’ll
still feel terrible about not properly proofing the house though.
He was tearing ass through the house, forgot to put one foot
in front of the other properly, and went head first into the sharp corner of a
column we had on the first floor of old house. There was a lot of blood. A lot.
But he was a champ about it. I
think you cried more than he did, just out of sympathy and shock. So from this incident, we learned you’re a
sweet kid, T4 is a tough guy and I’m a negligent (at best) Dad.
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