at church resulted in an extremely nasty head wound. We heard him crying from across the room and Tim ran across the gym, which made me realized Noah was seriously hurt. All I saw was blood all over his eye socket and running down his face and onto his shirt. Thank goodness his Uncle Tim was there! He squeezed the gash closed and sent me for a wet cloth to wipe him off. We dashed off (which quickly ended our basketball game) and headed to Tim's shop for some closure strips (or something like that). Then we went next door to Grandma's house while Grandma and Uncle Tim doctored him up. He looks pretty good considering the size of that gash. Now my poor boy will have an ugly scar in his forehead. :( But at least he didn't lose an eye!