Palmer was so brave and endured 45 minutes of stitching up his gash, which went all the way to the skull bone. He was mostly concerned because he "only got 6 stitches" and his buddy Ian got 7 recently. He was also pretty tickled that he stayed up past midnight- until 3am, to be exact.
By Saturday, Palmer never complained again. All day, I asked if he wanted Tylenol for the pain and he said it didn't hurt. Tough kid.
Too tough for lemonade in fact. Sunday morning, Palmer schemed a grand plan of setting up a tattoo stand- no lemonade stand for this child.
I explained to Palmer that our street isn't a very high traffic spot and he might not have much luck in our yard. We secured the sidewalk of some friends on a more high profile traffic pattern.
The stand was a hit and was visited by friends and strangers alike. Palmer made $33 and after setting aside $3 for business expenses, $3 for charity, and $5 for savings, he walked away with $22.
And lastly, our boy loves to spend time with his daddy hunting and getting dirty on a ranch. The guys went dove hunting over opening weekend.
Please keep your bird cleaning away from my home...
Meanwhile, Grace and I are just as happy as can be away from all of this nonsense.
Oh, and I tore up the master bathroom amidst everything. More to come on that front...