I got a call from the nurse at Christian’s school last Friday to tell me he had fallen on his knee and was worried he’d pulled out his stitches. She said they were in tact, but it was a little banged up. We already had an appointment for that afternoon to get the stitches out, so we kept it just to see if all was okay. After his Thanksgiving party I checked him out and we headed that way. I figured they would tell us to wait a little longer, but I was wrong. The stitches are gone, and he couldn’t be happier. His knee still looks pretty yucky but he was good enough for a hunting trip. I probably could have cut his knee off and sewn it together with fishing line and he’d still be good enough for a hunting trip. Go figure!