Three year olds make life interesting (part 2)

One minute you are sitting at your local pizza place having a nice Sunday lunch, the next minute you are picking your son up off the floor as he spits blood and pizza at you.

4 hours in the after hours clinic (I did mention this was on Sunday afternoon right?), and 3 stitches fixed everything right up. At this point I am kind of glad I only have one boy in the bunch. I don't know if I could stomach much more blood and pizza.