Boy Meets Razor

On Saturday we were bathing Spencer, he loves the bath and everything was going great. We had Spencer all clean we just needed to wrap him in a towel...

In one swift movement Spencer grabbed my shower razor. I told him he couldn't play with it and I grabbed it from him. Spencer didn't like hearing "no" so in a fit of rage with his other hand he grabbed the top of the razor and tried to rip it out of my hand.

And then the blood started. Our first few attempts to stop or even slow the bleeding were pretty unsuccessful. So we got a wet washcloth and daddy held Spencer while I ran next door to get our neighbor Babette, she is a nurse. Oh it pays to know your neighbors! Babette came and looked at Spencer's wound. The razor removed several layers of skin off his right index finger but didn't cut too deep so Spencer didn't need stitches.

Babette had the proper materials and bandaging we needed to stop Spencer's bleeding otherwise Adam and I would have been taking Spencer to the Emergency room. It was nice to avoid that trip, especially since his injury wasn't serious.

It broke my heart to see Spencer in pain, he had such sad eyes and big tears. Maybe next time he'll be a little more cautious when mom tells him he can't have something, but I doubt it.