31 years of boys and first stitches

I figure if I add up all my boys ages, I get 31 years of being a mom of boys. Wow! But, this summer has given me two firsts that I thought I would have experienced prior to this. First, C's broken arm and now, T has stitches.

T, aka Cookie Monster, was climbing on a box when it tipped over, and his chin met the counter. The bleeding stopped quickly, but the gash was enough that a trip to the ER was in order. He was awesome, and the staff was great with him. We managed through 5 stitches without screaming, fighting, or restraints.

I always told people C would be the first son to the ER, and he was, years ago. But, he was happy to point out that he was not the first for stitches.