The day before that, Ethen was jumping around on the couch downstairs. Bryon called me from bed and told me that I should come and make sure he didn't need stitches. When he jumped off the couch he landed on my bag of crochet stuff and cut himself on the scissors. It bled really well, but not deep enough for a doctor's visit. I was doing enough of that on my own.
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Ouch! Poor Sam! Tell Ethen I stapled my finger once...just to see what it felt like. It hurt.
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