Sunday's are usually nice and quiet. But not today...during my nice nap in preparation for Monday I hear Matthew come running out of his room yelling "Hospital, Hospital." He runs downstairs dripping blood instead of walking out of his room into the upstairs bathroom and runs around. I finally stopped him and the trail of blood to see that his finger is bleeding. As I am looking at his finger Matt tells me he was cutting a book and the pocketknife shut on his finger. This is really exciting to me, I can't wait to go and see some stitches. The emergency room is full and after 2 1/2 hours of waiting, we made it back home with his finger bandaged up and good to go. However, the story is he ran into a burning building to save a little girl and had to break a window. As he crawled through the window he cut his finger, but saved the little girl. True, it does sound better.
