In Stitches

The night before we left for the beach, Brady called and asked me to take him to the emergency room, because his head had a big gash in it. He had gotten it saving an old woman from getting hit by the campus transit bus
(or from playing basketball...whatever story suits you) and really needed some stitches. So Renee and I spent most of the night in a hospital room with Brady, watching t.v., eating frosties with french fries, and playing with the rubber gloves and the controls for the bed. I must say, it was the most fun I had experienced in a while...