Just ask Chris! So as you know we've been busting our ass in the backyard this summer, we're getting close to done and I'm so excited. Anyway, last night I was having a cookout for my little cousin's birthday. Nothing big, but I wanted him to know I remembered his birthday, he's 14, wowsers! Just as they arrived and I was about to put the burgers on the grill, Chris looks up at me from the raised flower bed he's finishing and says "I think we need to go to the hospital". Of course for anyone who knows Chris, one he has the highest pain tolerance of anyone I have ever known, and two, my first instint was "ha ha very funny". Then I realize by the color flushing from his face that he's serious. He cut his big toe straight down the middle from the top to the first joint. NICE. So 3 hours and some stitches later we're home. He'll live and his toe will be fine, but I bet you a dime he never holds a board with his foot again while using a skill saw. The cookout went on without us and went well I suppose. Mom and dad stayed with the boys until we got back home. Poor Jacob was so scared, when we got home he told Chris "I thought you were done." Little guy thought Chris was going to die, not funny, yet some how funny.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment