I can't believe that it took us 3 years and 10 months before Deuce had his first visit to the Urgent Care for stitches. As active as he is and as hard as he plays, it's a miracle that we haven't ended up there before. It was the afternoon of the Duke/Carolina game and Ed and TJ stopped to pick Deuce up from school. He was so excited to see them that he took off running across the classroom, tripped and smacked his head on the edge of a table. He hit his brow bone perfectly so that it split open, much like a boxer when they are punched. Ed said it immediately started gushing blood and he started crying. I was leaving work so I rushed back to Greensboro to meet them at the Urgent Care. Deuce is a momma's boy so I could only imagine his terror being stitched up and me not being there. I am sure I was making it much worse on myself than necessary but isn't that what we do as moms? So by the time I got to the Urgent Care they were still in the waiting room. Deuce had a single band aid over his eye that was soaked red with blood. But he was as happy as a clam. The first thing he said to me was, "Mom, I got bleed on my tarheel shirt." I think that was the most devastating part for him. He was finally brought back as the last patient of the evening and the only time he really cried a little was when they took the band-aid off. Other than that he was fine. We made it home just in time for the basketball game (thank goodness because it was a great one).