I Don't Want To Talk About It.

 Reasons I don't want to talk about it:

This happened exactly 2.5 weeks after our trip to the exact same ER to get the exact same stitches on the exact same eye area of Miss.  The doctors laughed and thought it was hilarious that we were back so soon with a different kid.  I didn't find it so amusing.

He didn't even hit something sharp.  He hit a wall for crying out loud.  

What happened to a good, old-fashioned goose egg?

He didn't even act sorry or contrite.  Not once.

He maimed his gorgeous face.  His face!!  I can't stand it!

Hughes insisted on taking them out at home a week later because that's how they do it in the country.  I gave in, but I was secretly sure he was going to make the scar worse.  He didn't.

But I still don't want to talk about it.