Yes, little Miss Molly was trying her hand at gymnastics, acrobatics, or something along those lines and didn't do very well. After several practice jumps (and her very smart mother telling her no no, she was going to get hurt) she catapulted off the ottoman and slammed her pretty little head into the coffee table.
Yeah, the same coffee table that I insist on keeping right there in it's spot, despite the fact several people have advised me to put it away until my children grow up a bit. Shoot, with 4 kids ... there is always one too young to "technically", in their eyes have the coffee table. I was not doing without one, and that was that.
So anyway, back to Molly. Her forehead was filleted open like something I've never seen before. Drew was convinced he could see her brain, however, I'm sure that wasn't the case. On the other hand, I could have easily placed my pinky finger in this gash. It was gross ... and deep ... and wasn't even bleeding. Off to the ER we go.
Impressively we made it in and out of there within an hour. This may be because we are frequent visitors to this facility, and probably have a room named after us.
Jake was the previous record holder in our family with 6 stitches in the head ... Molly passed him with 7.
That a girl! I'm going with the old saying, "Anything boys can do, girls can do better."
Needless to say, a career in gymnastics is probably not in the cards for my youngest child, is it?
