Our nephew got his stitches this morning at the plastic surgeon’s office. He was in and out in an hour. His mom tells me he was a trooper. I really can’t get over what a strong and brave boy he has been. The adults seem to be suffering more – seem to be – as it’s hard to tell sometimes what little guys are thinking. Watching him play a game of laser tag with his Uncle today made me feel better, and him too I think.
