ER...again

We were off to the emergency room again yesteday. We were spending a rainy afternoon cozily reading The White Seal by Rudyard Kipling, when suddenly a voice cried out, "I've been cut! And it's bad. Why are they always bad??" Why, indeed. Adam was sharpening his pocket knife (his father assured me the twins were ready for pocket knives, Hah!) when the blade slipped and cut the index finger on his right hand. Three stitches. Lucky for him he is left-handed. The doctor was impressed with the sharpness of the blade though.