I had a few errands to run on Saturday. I had only been gone all of 15 minutes when I get a text from Tony telling me to get home quick and that Vince had cut his finger on his pocket knife. My heart sank a little and when I walked in the front door to find a trail of blood from the door into the kitchen, I freaked out
a lot. Vince was calm but as soon as he saw me, he lost it and wouldn't let anyone touch it. We weren't sure if he'd need stitches or not so we headed out to KidMed to be safe. Turns out it wasn't as bad as it seemed and he wouldn't need stitches after all, thank goodness. With 2 boys in the house, I'm sure this is only the first of many trips to KidMed/ER. They're probably gonna know us by name once Dom gets a little older.