Our first stitches

There comes a time in every parent's life that shows that their children are growing up and having adventures of their own. Michael was hurrying home for dinner last night and took a big spill that scraped him up pretty well, and we were hoping to just clean him up and love him back to health. Unfortunately further examination of his inside lower lip did not support our hopes, and the it was obvious that his teeth had nearly bitten on his entire lower lower lip. Luckily they never went through, and despite 48 hours of a liquid diet, he's doing quite well. How do you keep a carnivore sated on liquids? Argh.

When we told him he had to go to the hospital he went pale and asked "Am I gonna die?" We assured him that he would not, but that hospitals were where doctors helped us feel better. He was amazing at the hospital, and returned home with high spirits, an antibiotic, strict instructions and a new nickname he gave himself: Big Lip Michael.

He looks so old, doesn't he?