Last night Sean-Peter once again proved that his reputation as Dr. D (aka Dr. Destructo) is not a misnomer. Only this time the deed was most unfortunately done to his head, resulting in such a copious outpouring of blood that his screams were welcomed proof that he was indeed alive underneath the deluge.
Apparently he thought his beanbag was something akin to a surfboard, as he launched himself onto it in such a way that propelled him some five feet across the floor and smack into the corner of the wall. John very rightly thought we should take him to the emergency room, where they were able to seal it up sans stitches because it was a small enough laceration for some simple, and relatively painless, glue instead.
John and I have often joked that we should get him a t-shirt that says "Stuntman in Training". Indeed. I can't say that there was anything about this stunt that I found the least bit funny, but it did remind me of how miraculous it has been that this was our first trip to the ER with him. Unfortunately, I have a feeling it won't be our last.
March 30, 2012
1 year ago