One Saturday morning, while Rob was at a stake scouting meeting, Alex was being a boy hit his head on the edge of a plant pot. I was made aware of the situation by blood curdling screams, not by Alex, but by Addilyn. After trying to calm Addie and making a few phone calls, I dropped the kids off at the neighbors and drove Alex to the ER trying to avoid the word "stitches" with him. Rob met me there and in the end he had 7 stitches. The anticipation was much worse than the actual procedure. Alex was so brave and actually quite proud of his war wound. One more scar to add to his collection on his forehead.
