Well, I hate to point fingers, but imagine my finger pointed straight at the eldest son. The little turd whacked Anthony in the head with a bucket, and Anthony had a huge (okay, it was huge to me) gash on his eyebrow. Karley came to the rescue and stayed with Vince and Silas while I took Anthony to urgent care. He screamed and begged for me to let him up the entire time while he received 3 stitches. He had to be strapped in to a back board thing...I think it was called a papoose. I was there talking and singing to him and trying my hardest to comfort him, but he was terrified.
He won't keep a band-aid on except while he's sleeping. (Both of the big boys hate band-aids.)
Still such a beautiful little mug.