Yep, that’s right. Levi missed his second home in the ER too much and so today we had to take him back for a visit.
He was told over and over that on pain of death was he ever to touch Reagan’s pocket knife. Today the temptation became too great for him and he ended up with a BIG TIME natural consequence from of it. (And a very thorough tongue lashing from Dad.) While trying to close the knife he sliced his finger something awful. He tried to hide it by attempting to get his own band aid, but that didn’t work out too well for him and he had to call in a parent.
He is now so comfortable with the whole ER process that he just jabbered away telling the doctors and nurses all about his birthday plans and regaling them with renditions of The Itsy Bitsy Spider all while they were stitching him up. If only they served popcorn with the movie they put in for him, he’d never want to come home!
Do you think we could get some money out of the Guinness Book of World Records people when he wins ‘Most Stitches Before the Age of Five contest? By the way, for those who are curious, his total (after the five he got today) is now up to 30.

“Just call me Stitch.”