Ouch!

Those are stitches (2) in Jack's upper lip! We had been having one of those mornings, you know, the kind that makes you think that you're losing your child--he's finally gone over to the dark side. I'm joking of course, but we did experience a monumental battle on this particular Wednesday morning: Rick and I (and warm-weather clothing) vs. a 3-year-old fashion-conscious warrior who was "warm in my pajamas." So, we ganged up on him and...sent him to time-out in his room. When Rick opened Jack's door to fish him out of lock-up, he did not know--how could he?--Jack was waiting for him, standing within inches of the door on the other side. Jack's lip stopped the door, and when I heard the crying, I just thought it was phase II of the battle. Instead of heading to school that morning, Jack went to urgent care for stitches...wearing his clothes (not the way we prefer to win a battle, but we'll take one in the win column any way we can get it).