Mason’s Close Shave

To keep the theme going from the last blog… Nothing made me more stressed out than hearing my son yell…“Mommy, HELP, I’m bleeding! There’s a lot of blood! Come quick!” I couldn’t move. Just the thought of seeing blood made me woozy. Scott quickly leaped to the rescue. I had to tune out the conversation echoing in the bathroom. My heart was pounding, my hands were sweating and all I could think about is what in the world did Mason do on the last night of our Spring Break to gush blood?! The answer came very quickly. Scott informs me of marks on Mason’s chin and finger. Ah, the chin… our poor little boy wants to become a man! I am so thankful stitches were not necessary, just minor cuts with a very small chunk of skin gone. Scott assured our son he had plenty of years ahead of him to shave, and just to enjoy not having to do so for the next few years. It looks like Mason has also picked up a Rowlson trait of feeling faint at the sight of blood. Scott said it was all he could do to keep him from hitting the floor. Looks like a career in the medical field is out for our little guy!