That's what Jeff said when we got our kids to the airport, dropped off the luggage, and got all of us through security and to the gate.
Did you know that airports have their own EMT's, police, and paramedics? I didn't.
But I know now, 'cause not minutes after Jeff said that, John tripped and slammed his head into the corner of a marble table.
Dude, I freaked. Head wounds bleed like a mother. This is after we'd cleaned the blood off of him and Jeff.
My kids are all- "hey why's their a fire engine by our plane?" Um, yeah. That's for Johnny. All I could think was- well there goes our flight. No way we're making it on this one. The kid clearly needs stitches.
But after the EMT, paramedics, and a police report, (and the plane boarding) they told us we were okay to head on home, but a stop needed to be made for stitches asap.
And that was our first exciting little trip in Utah. Straight to urgent care. Just some glue and steri-strips, though.
And now he's just missing half his crazy eyebrow and he's got a potentially permanent war wound.
P.S., is 3 freaking weeks a reasonable amount of time to wait for the internet? Curse you, Comcast.