An accident.

June 10, Mullica Hill.

Dylan fell and cut his head open this morning. He was running and running, being a typical three year old, and Fridman was telling him to stop, and then we heard a thump, and a cry.
We cleaned the wound and tried to close it, hunched on the floor of the employee's bathroom at a nearby pharmacy, a screaming Dylan and a squirming Nicolas making a ruckus, and then got thrown out and headed to the nearest hospital, as it was clear the two-inch-long and deep cut above his ear required more than band-aids.
He got four stitches and no anesthesia, and I couldn't look, just hold on to his arm and try to comfort him.
He just cried.
I would have screamed my head off.
I had planned to go back and visit Mary Ellen, Ed and Jessica in Delaware today before they'd come over for the second show. We ended up having a picnic in front of the trailer.