Back in May, Zander and Brinton were fighting over a toy.  For the most part, they play well together and they certainly love each other.  However, boys will be boys.  And brothers also fight.  Zander won the fight, which is typical.  He is more of a bully to Brinton than the other way around.  As he won, he flew into the foot rest part of one of our kitchen chairs.  They are square, to have corners that are apparently perfect for splitting open a little gash above your eye.  It didn't look too bad, but as it was swelling, it started separating more and more.  I was lucky to have my friend, Nikki, come watch Brinton and Conley while I took Zander in to get the stitches.  He did really good while we were getting admitted and waiting for our turn. 
They put a wrap all the way around his head to hold on some numbing ointment.  I was shocked that he left it on.  It didn't seem to bother him that much even though it made it so he couldn't fully open one eye.  The nurse came in and had to give him a shot of anesthesia right through his cut.  Ouch!!!  I had to pin him down and I did feel really bad because that must have hurt so much.   When it was time for the stitches, they had to strap him onto a board and me and a nurse still had to hold him down so he would stay still.  It was really cute (and sad) while he was getting the stitches.  He was yelling, "Help, mom" and,  "Stoppey" (stop it) to the nurse.  My favorite was "I stuck!"  He said it over and over again.  "I stuck, help."  It was sad, but so cute because he didn't think I knew he was stuck.  Five stitches later, they gave him a sucker and he was totally fine.  I wish he would learn a lesson and not fight with Brinton over toys.  Yeah, right!