my teenage son walked into the house one night pressing a paper towel to his eye with blood dripping all over his shirt. “I think I need stitches,” he tells me, very calmly. “And I can’t believe I broke my glasses again.” It was surreal.
And yes, he did get 14 stitches in the emergency room thatnight. And he’s no longer allowed to play ball unless he wears a hockey outfit.