Not becoming a doctor

Life taught us one of those important lessons today, when working with dangerous tools make very very sure that everyone keeps their distance. Noah wanted to see what I was doing and walked into some steel cutting his foot badly leaving a gaping wound with blood rushing everywhere.

On the way to the doctors, and mid screaming, he told me "I'm not going to be a doctor when I grow up as they have to look at gross things" (like the gruesome hole in his foot). Fortunately no permanent damage was done, nothing that 9 stitches couldn't close up.

The Doc told him that he had put in 33 stitches, and Noah observed "A new (family) record".