When Steve arrived home from the Marine Corps Boot Camp he brought each family member a gift. The girls got t-shirts and Kaleb got a decorative Marine Combat Knife. He was SO excited to have such a treasure in his possession. (His mother...not so much) He's been carrying around the box with the knife in it for days. We went over the rules and he was very happy to oblige. Last night he was lying in his bed looking at his knife in the leather sheath. He took it out and as he went to put it back in, he sliced his thumb...to the muscle. Kaleb was afraid that we'd be mad. He went down to the kitchen and tried to bandage the wound himself. He was bleeding profusely and was scared that he was in over his head. He came back up to find me and in tears told me what happened. I immediately wrapped a towel around his thumb and after a few minutes of squeezing and elevation I took a look at it. That's when I knew he was going to need stitches. I called Steve up from the basement, told him what happened and sent them both out the door to the ER. Meanwhile I cleaned up what looked like a murder scene at my house. It wasn't pretty. Hours of waiting and 6 stitches later his thumb was taken care of. The doctor said the cut was down to the muscle and really close to the joint. If Kaleb doesn't have good movement in 8 days we need to see an Orthopedic doctor. And the ER thanked us...once again...as Steve and Kaleb walked out the door.