Saturday, May 23, 2009


Jason was cooking dinner one night, and I was getting ready for Bible Study, and then all of a sudden...he comes in with his hand wrapped in a towel and says "I need to go to the hospital". Apparently, he got a little confused between his finger and the chicken he was slicing. Talk about chicken fingers! LOL

So, after switching into programmed emergency mode that seems to come from no where for us moms, we dropped the boys off down the street, and off to Care Now. He needed 7 stitches and then we were off...2.5 hours later. (We had a little delay while there) Below are some pics...

The Culprit

Yes, he asked for pink!

1 comment:

April said...

ouch!!!! I love the pink bandage lol!