Scary moment the other day in the McNeely household. Trent was playing with the cabinet doors as I stood right next to him. I saw him pull out a plastic plate, but I didn't see that there was a HUGE and thick Lenox vase coming out right behind it. It smashed on the floor and Trent was screaming. Clearly, I checked him out before worrying about the glass.
Sure enough, he had cut his hand pretty badly. He was so scared, for that matter, so was I. It was a pretty deep cut on the palm of his hand, but it couldn't be stitched because it was more like a hole. Ew. My poor, TT.
In the end, I bandaged him up and held him close. Never before has he said this, but that day, when I asked him what happened, he said, "Boo. Boo" and pointed to it.
He is all healed up now. The reality is that he needs to be watched EVERY second. Sometimes just standing over him isn't even enough.
