Staples are for paper...

Recently, my little superman met his kryptonite.  (A kitchen counter) It was bad. It left a good size gash on the top of his perfect little blonde head. I called MY 911 which is grammy and she came running. I put superman in the car and headed to the ER. He was cool and calm and I appeared to be the same. On the inside, however, I was SCREAMING! I was pleading with the Lord that this was not going to require stitches (I knew it would). We got into a room, the doc came in and took a peek at his head. She said, "oh yeah. That's going to require staples, no doubt." I cringed, but smiled for the sake of my 4 year old. I then quietly asked her, "what do you use to numb the area?" To which she said, "This will be hard to believe, but nothing.".....

I thought about a swift ninja kick to the head.... her head, for even thinking about STAPLING my son's head with no pain medicine. Instead I said, "You have got to be kidding me. I haven't even given him tylenol yet." We chatted a few more minutes, but there was nothing else I could do. I gave him a ring pop (sucker) and hugged his little body as she put FOUR staples on the top of his head. It was awful, but he is tough. 

I was impressed with his composure. He even thanked the doc for helping him as she walked out. Now that's my kind of kid. 

And just to add to that fun ER trip... a large man checked us in when we walked in. Superman was pretty worried for this man's health and could NOT stop asking me, "Mom, do you think he drinks a lot of pop? Is that why he's unhealthy?" I tried to SHUSH him, but he was truly worried for this guy and had no idea that his words would be insulting. We've had some long talks since then about asking those kinds of questions LATER, you know, when the overweight man is not standing in front of us. Geez.