Injured- injured bad.

I don't know how I can post after the Galveston pictures! I am enamored with them right now and I just don't want them to get lower on the blog totem pole. Is that weird? Yes. Moving right along, though. Not long after we got home from Galveston, the next day perhaps, Dave found the paper cutter I thought I had hidden well under my bed since the last time he found it. Apparently I don't give him enough credit for being a human radar for the dangerous. As I pulled him out from under my bed the paper cutter (which has a small rounded blade that slides up and down a plastic runner board) came down on Dave's finger. I noticed it a few seconds later when he wasn't crying, but fingerpainting in spots of his own blood. I bandaged it as best I could, but he kept chewing the bandaid off which caused the wound to continue bleeding. In a huff I ventured out to the band aid section at Kroger and purchased every bandage and bandaging material they had. I bandaged him and placed a sock over his hand. It was funny because he wouldn't use the bandaged hand, but curled it up and used it as a kind of crutch. Like a little gorilla, but with less black hair and a diapered butt. Finally, after he bled through the sock, I used Coban- my favorite 3M product! (I am such a NERD!) It's that tape that sticks to itself but not to your skin. Now that I explained it- it's your favorite too, huh? Anyway- that worked well and the wound is all healed up now- so Dave is happy to be bandage free. If you've made it all the way to the end of this long post without just skipping to the pictures, I commend you. Well done, thou good a faithful... reader? See- it's true- I am a nerd.