Carson and Drake were jumping off the stairs right after breakfast. I won't even try to express how many times or ways I tried to get them to stop. Suffice it to say, Carson almost bit his tongue off this morning. I am not overstating this.
Drake took a chunk out of his tongue over a year ago and still has a nasty scar from it. For a tongue to scar, it has to be BAD. Carson's injury is twice or more as bad as Drakes. You can see from the bottom where his teeth almost went through. It is almost severed from the middle, clear over to one edge of his tongue.
We are currently icing (via popsicles and ice cream) to stop the bleeding and try to avoid the ER to get it cauterized.
Now our fridge is loaded full of frozen treats and I am not sure whether to laugh, cry, or be utterly frustrated.
By the way, Drake's surgery went really well. We were home by 8:30 am...and the doctor was even 20 minutes late. What a blessing!
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