For Bretton's 18 month birthday, he gave himself his first "have to see a doctor" injury.

He was at grandma and grandpa's at the time of the incident, but apparently he fell and hit the entertainment center just right and got a pretty good sized gash. I was on the phone with Tess when it happened and all I hear is "Bretton just fell... OH, HE'S BLEEDING! BYE!" Click.
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You can't do that to a mom! Anyway, he was fine, but it was big enough that they thought he would need stitches so we met them at our friend's house, the Alexander's (he's a surgeon, he knows what he's doing). His uncle, who is also a surgeon but a well known plastic surgeon in CA happened to be there too. Anyway, they decided he was going to have a scar either way and he had already been traumatized enough so they wer just going to tape it shut. So I get there and my son is covered in blood, screaming and sweating like a pig....
Welcome to life with a little boy.