The Perils of Battle

When a knight is protecting his precious sword from his vicious, black-hearted nemesis (aka his older brother), sometimes battle wounds are a natural result.

While scuffling over his sword with WWD tonight, JPD fell backwards and hit his head--hard--on the corner of our staircase.
Lots of blood + Sunday night = No easy doctor visit.

So off to the ER we went, where JPD proceeded to charm everyone with his colorful descriptions of the battle. After triage, he sailed back to his room with the nurse, throwing a "You can wait out here, Mom" over his shoulder as he went. He was absolutely thrilled to be at the hospital where he was born, and we even--who'd a thunk it--saw my OB who delivered both him and MPD.

And two staples! In his head!
Best show-and-tell evah!