Apparently when you turn 2 in our household, you must go through a ritualistic rite of passage called “Stitches.” Last night, Charis was playing with Malachi and her head met the corner of the door. It immediately busted open. So Brad rushed out the door with a naked, bleeding and wet (from the shower taken 5 minutes before) to find a taxi. He walked about ¼ of a mile with her until he could flag down a taxi. Off to the emergency room where she got glued up. So we’ve now done stitches in 3 countries. We’re in Singapore
