Today Robbie wanted to make brownies all by himself. Well he is nine and so I said sure thinking I would check on him in a minute and see how it was going. Well when I went to check on him I saw the brownie mix, the mixing bowl, the measuring cups but no Robbie. I found him in the bathroom with a big wad of toilet paper on his finger. He had tried to cut open the package with one of my brand new, sharp steak knives and instead he cut his finger. A nice little filet. So we went to Anna's to get stitches. We are so lucky to have medical people in our family. We went to the clinic and Anna stitched his finger up. She kept telling him not to watch and he finally said, "Why not?" She said it makes some people sick to watch. He said it was making him sick not to. He loved getting stitches and said it was worth cutting his finger just to get the stitches. He wanted to wait until he was at least ten to get stitches but it was so COOL! Crazy! I doubt he will still think it is worth it later this week because the two times a day swimmer boy can't swim for at least a week! :( So much for my nice relaxing Sunday!!