I feel I may as well tell you...
...two weeks ago, on PopPop's birthday, Superman had to be rushed to the ER where he promptly received 8 stitches down the side of his hand, right at the pinky finger. I thought every single one of us, my oldest boy Josiah included, were going to faint on the spot. It felt like a big deal.
And never...never...never buy one of these:
I realize I may hear from some of you, telling me how much you have loved your kiddie-puller, but I won't be moved.
Those things, up there, are the devil. Maybe not that exact brand - but in general, regardless of brand, our whole family now carries special hatred for them.
And Superman and Batgirl (my grand-daughter Aidyn loves to say she is "batgul".) really hate them.
But Batgirl survived the ordeal with just a few scrapes. Superman was injured. Just in case anyone was worried about Superman, here is a little slice-of-life just this evening ("This just in!")
Superman was smack-dab in the middle of giving me a devilishly handsome wink, as I snapped the above picture.
Superman is busy watching...well...Superman. (Not even lying.) He is resting well, and our good friend Dr. Doug will be removing his stitches come Easter Sunday.