My oldest son split the corner of his eye open today. I saw him fall and hit the edge of an end-table and thought he had put his eye out. I ran to him, scooped him up in my arms, and hoped it wouldn't be as bad as I feared when I finally pulled him away to take a closer look. It was scary to witness.
If you know me well, you may know that I tend to respond to intense fear with a nearly instantaneous response of intense anger as soon as the fear has passed.
I know it's wrong to use the Lord's name in vain, but I'm pretty sure it's much worse when you include his middle name. And if you do it more than once in a raised voice, does that qualify as what the Catholics call a mortal sin? I sure hope not, you know, for those people who might be inclined to do that. Use the Lord's middle name in vain, that is... over and over... kinda almost shouting. You know, I'd just feel bad for those people if they had committed a mortal sin... over and over.
After a trip to the ER, the surgeon determined Aidan's cut wasn't deep enough to warrant a stitch, so they sent us home with some tight steri-strips to hold it closed.
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