Today was one of those days. It began with Isaiah sick, but insisting on going to the baseball tournament. Two good games, and then a tornado warning. The rest of the games got cancelled, but our evening picnic with friends was still on. About three minutes before we were leaving, I heard Micah scream. The story goes like this: Micah had just gotten a piece of cake, and while he was walking to the table to sit down, he tripped and fell and dropped his cake. He was very upset about this, and stormed back toward the garage to get a new piece, but it was dark, and he didn't see the little black border fence in his way. He tripped and fell on the fence. Then, the scream. Once I saw the laceration, I knew he needed to get to the hospital, so a friend drove Micah and I. It was late. We got home even later. Two internal stitches, and four external. Quite a night. He was very brave, and didn't cry once. Got home around 11pm. He fell asleep before I even had a chance to wash him up. Poor little guy.