On Sunday, January 18th, we were all rushing around, getting ready for Church. All except for Joshua, who was playing with the dog. He was standing at the top of the stairs and threw Shadow's doughnut down the stairs. Shadow bumped into him as he ran down, knocking Joshua into the wall backwards (luckily it wasn't down the stairs). He started crying and Caleb went over to comfort him. I heard a "Um, mom, I think you need to come here" and opened the door. I saw a little bit of blood on Caleb's hand and went to inspect the damage. His hand wasn't very bloody, so I wasn't expecting much. I asked Joshua to show me where it hurt (he is waaaaaaay overdue for a haircut). As I started to look through the hair in the general area that he pointed, a drop of blood fell onto his neck, followed by another. I stopped looking and opened the linen closet (luckily it was right next to us) and grabbed our red washcloth (luckily I procrastinated putting it back into the first aid kit, which we keep downstairs). I pressed it onto his head for a few seconds, then went back to looking. The second I saw the gash, I yelled for Perry that a trip to the ER was going to be coming. Thankfully I remembered that the urgent care center run by the children's hospital was open- it's about a mile down the street and the co-pay was $70 less than the ER. Perry took him while I finished getting the kids ready for church. Six stitches and an hour later, they were home.