Sooner or later it must happen. The older generation must step aside for the new generation's time in the sun.
In this family, that time has come.
If you've been a regular reader, you may remember that my darling Husband, at my girlfriend's house, won himself a trip to the ER by riding two Razor scooters at once, falling, and proceeded to get several stitches in his finger.
Roll over, baby...Baby's taken over.
Oh no. Not me. His 3 1/2 yr. old niece.
She took a digger last night off her trike. Eight stitches in her chin. i think she'll end up with a cleft worthy of Kirk Douglas.
And she didn't even cry.
Is my sister-in-law scared? You betcha. This kid knows no fear. Matter of fact, after they got the stitches in, the kid started pulling on the suture and almost pulled one out.
So sorry, honey, you're out. The kid is taking over.