My first big "ow-ie!"

Poor Dashiel slipped getting out of the pool at the Y yesterday and cut his chin badly.  He went to the hospital where he received 5 small stitches.  He was a real trooper through it all, made some nurse friends and only lost his squash when he had to be "papoosed"  for stitching. 

The comment I heard most was: "he's very strong."  Which is, of course, why he had to be wrapped up like a mummy-baby instead of held down while stitching.  He is after all a 17 kilo baby (37.5 lbs). One nurse wasn't impressed by this stat as she mentioned that her daughter was a big baby like Dash, and that she is currently 9-yrs-old and 5 feet tall ("her classmates think she's the teacher!). 

We got him home, he rested, and was his old, jaunty and reckless self.  Now we just have to make sure he doesn't bop or pick at his chin for a couple days - if you know Dash, you know that this wont be easy.