Did I hear that right?

When we got off the train on Long Island on Friday night, we were pleased that it was still early- we were looking forward to hanging out for a bit, watching fireworks, and then putting the kids to bed. But the one thing I have learned since becoming a mother is don't plan on anything, it will never turn out like you envision it! Frank's dad picked us up from the station and here is the conversation I remember on Friday night during our drive back home:

Frank: How was Tyler today?
Papa: He did great. The kids had a lot of fun playing all day. He did have a little accident, though.
Frank: Huh?
Papa: He is OK now, I went out earlier and got some butterflies to put on his chin.
Frank: Huh?
Papa: You can take a look at it when you get home.
Frank: Huh?

I think you get the drift. Now mind you, I am in the backseat and I am so bewildered that I can't really think. All I can think of is April, when he hit his chin and got 5 stitches! We eventually arrived to find my son, sitting on the porch, eating his dinner and having a blast! We asked him (and everyone else) what happened and all he would tell us was that he was skateboarding into the pool (huh?) and he hit the ladder on his way in. Boys will definitely be boys! Thank goodness my brother-in-law is also trained in first aid, he did a great job applying the sutures! And thanks to all of them for not telling us until we were home, otherwise we would have worried all the way home and missed the game!

After dinner, we took a look at the cut on his chin, called our pediatrician, and got the answer I DIDN'T want to hear "take him in." Yuck.

So we all finished dinner,
the kids ate their Popsicles,
(you think the blue drips will speed the healing process?)
And headed to the nearest E.R.. We asked to be "fast-tracked". After all, Ty is 3 years old, it's the 4th of July, and now it's dark! It's fireworks time! The hospital took us in fairly quickly, and the doctor looked at him and gave us the choice of stitches or glue. I am proud to say my son's chin is now glued together! Apparently, the glue is water proofed and knowing he would want to go swimming on Saturday, this was the way to go. The triage nurse gave Tyler a teddy bear and he named him Teddy Chins (I thought this was quite humorous, I am married to an Italian!). Luckily, we made it home just in time to see a few fireworks (granted most of them were from the car window on the way home!) and........ for the kids to get a good night sleep! (They all insisted on sleeping on the air mattress together! It was really very cute to see!)