Walking up the slide = doctor gluing your chin together

Tate slipped on the slide at school today. Slipped as he was walking *up* the slide. So his teacher called me and when I walked into the classroom, he started to laugh. The gash on his chin wasn't bleeding too badly, and he was so wound up you wouldn't know he had even fallen much less had a bigger booboo. And he started to run around, even running up the slide again before I could stop him!

Colin's out of town today so Tate and I did the return trip to the ER alone -- remember Tate had stitches in August -- and he was fine until I pulled up to the valet and Tate got a good look of where we were. He was NOT happy. He was upset but he did well and ended up having his chin glued shut rather than stitches. And he got a green otter pop and some kungfu panda stickers.

So it all worked out, you see.