So, I'm officially changing a bloggie nickname here on The Source.
From now on, there will no longer be a Pip Squeak.
Because an almost 13 year old boy who can bust his eye wide open, NOT wake his family up, deal with the bloody mess on his own, bleed ALL night long and THEN endure 5 stitches without his mommy in the room holding his hand....doesn't deserve to be called a Pip Squeak!
(And THIS...is AFTER it had been cleaned up!)
After the plastic surgeon reopened the wound that had JUST closed (13 hours later when we were finally seen) then cleaned it out and sewed it back up. Ugh!