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I went and had my stitches checked out this morning, per the ER doc's suggestion, just to make sure I was healing and not throwing a cocktail party for any infections. My doctor said it looked good, laughed when I told her how it happened, then laughed even more when I told her it was a serrated knife. She said because of the location and the resulting threat of the wound reopening (ewwwwwww) I get to continue to gross people out with my Sally impression for another week and a half. But! I got the okay to go ahead and get back to hanging out poolside, so all is not lost!

Meanwhile, Henry has caught himself a little summertime cold. Yesterday we went to the local amusement park to see these guys (the drummer's unbelievable), and by the time we left, Henry was a complete wreck. He shoved aside a little girl who was trying to help her baby brother into a boat ride. It was the last ride of the evening because we were fresh out of tickets, which really destroyed him when I hauled him off the ride before it even started and gave him quite the little talking too. The hardest lessons to get across to the four year old set are the ones that conflict with their general feeling that they are the center of the universe. His response to my talk with him, between gasping sobs, was "Why were they trying to get on the blue boat? That's the one *I* wanted to ride!" By the time we got home, his nose was running like a faucet and he was absolutely exhausted. On the walk from the car to the front door, Henry yelled "OH NO! *mumble mumble mumble* A BEE *mumble* ME!!!!" *SOB SOB SOB* Based on his reaction, I assumed he had been stung, and after some clarification, he hysterically informed us that a bee had bumped into him. I felt badly for him. Also? I was biting my lip, trying not to laugh. It was a rough evening for Henry. Today he's sick and grumpy and full of energy, yet needing to rest, which is always a frustrating combination. I'm counting the minutes until Dave gets home.