The good news is that we found an ER that is closer and we now love. They guarantee that you'll be taken back to a room immediately and that a doctor will see you within 30 minutes. Our whole Friday night adventure took less than an hour and a half. (And they gave each kid a little stuffed animal. Mason's showing off his lion in the picture.)

It started with Kenzie and Mason both coming in the house screaming. All I heard from upstairs was, "blood!!!" Sure enough, he had removed the top area of his finger. They were playing in our bird bath and came across some broken glass, presumably from a floating glass ball that broke over the winter.

At first we went to our doctor's office, but they took one look and wanted us to go to the ER for more comprehensive care, fearing tendon damage. Mason was such the trooper! That kid must have a really high pain threshold. The only time he really cried was when they were injecting straight into the wound, and even then it was a dull whimper with only one real tear. He said, "Mom, it huuurts" and I could tell it did, but he was very calm. As a preventative measure they wrapped him up in a sheet like a burrito, but I think he still would have just laid there.

Kenzie, meanwhile, wanted to see the action up close. She watched each of the seven stitches go in, later telling us how the doctor would make a loop then tie it back. As she told Mason he was a little upset that he hadn't been allowed to watch and told her, "Sister, I wish you would get a cut and have to get stitches so I could watch." Ah, that's love.

He's bandaged up, but hasn't even mentioned any pain, so no meds, and he's back to full speed. But it does annoy him that he can't eat quite as well with his left hand.