Mojo is an adventurous little guy, eager to spend the eve of his birthday at the local emergency room getting his bashed head stitched up. I'm pretty sure I had just told them to stop messing up the sofa with their rough play. I went upstairs to make another stab at editing those video clips, Alane on the other computer looking up cookie recipes for Mojo's classroom birthday celebration... and we heard the howl. Alane investigated and called me out to gaze upon the bloody gash -- not large, but it looked deep and appeared to hang open, definitely not something I'd leave unexamined.

So I packed Mojo Mal'Occhio into the car and brought him the local House of Pain. He was a good sport about the whole thing and we got back in under three hours.

He didn't like the bandages I got to make him look like a tough-guy; before he left for school he made me change it for a Spongebob Band-Aid. Hey, he'll remember his birthday at least. Just like Airport Guy remembers his first birthday -- I bet he wishes he had those gift-outfits this week. I think they'd finally fit him.