DID HE NEED STITCHES! and how did the little twerp do it? Laurel once OD'd on some medicine while I was gone and when I came home she was stumbling around the house....no one seemed to have noticed. Well, I called poison control and justice was served. Jerry was up all night long answering the phone and monitoring Laurel's progress. Oh, I'd say she was about seven years old.

Welcome once again to the world of parenting...it's the best!