I was sitting at the table, doing something, I don’t even remember what I was doing. Now this table was made of pretty thick wood. When we bought it, we wanted something that would last. Nice thick table top, strong legs, overall they were a good, sturdy table and chairs set.
My wife was in the kitchen, I think she was putting away dishes. The girls were playing in the house and Dane was running around as usual.
Now, he did something he rarely ever did, he slipped while running, and went head first into a chair leg. He, of course, starts screaming, and I jump up and run around the table to help. He starts to get up, still screaming, and I get a good view.
Blood is pouring down the side of his face. Continue reading
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