Daddy and Mimz kept me most of Friday. Daddy didn't have to work very long.
I wasn't there but my buddy Knox jumped off his dad's truck and fell into some rock.
We have a neat picture of the injury, but we won't put it on here in case anyone would be bothered by the graphic picture.  Knox was taken to the emergency room to get eight stiches to close up the wound.  On the way home he got a new Nerf gun and by the time he was back home he was moving at warp speed.  We boys are tough.

I've not had any stitches yet.  Uncle Scott needed 8 stitches on his eighth birthday.  My dad didn't have any until he was an adult.  A warehouse door broke and hit him between the eyes.

A few days ago Knox tried to sleep at Mimz home, but he went home before going to sleep.  So we tried again to have a sleepover but this time I stayed at his house.  We had a good time.  Notice the band-aid over Knox' left eyebrow... that is where he had eight stitches this afternoon.