Three... the number of stitches Brock got this morning after he fell off his bed (while he was sleeping) at 6:55 a.m. and busted his chin on the cedar chest. This would only happen to Brock.
His take on it? By the time we were finally headed to school, he was just so excited that he got to spend half the day with me (I think the lollipop from the doctor and the pizza lunch I treated him to after his procedure may have helped). Oh, how I love this boy!
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