Saturday we got to take Asher on his first trip to the ER. I am actually really surprised that we made it 3 1/2 years. While eating a chocolate chip muffin at Market Street (dangerous, I know) he fell backwards in his chair and somehow split his chin open. Before I saw the blood all over his face I thought he was fine because he was crying for his muffin that had been flung across the room. Really? His chin is split open and all he is worried about is his food?! He was really anxious about going to the doctor, but it was not a big ordeal at all. He convinced the doctor to super glue it instead of giving him stitches. So, he should be back to normal in no time. And he may even have a scar to match Daddy’s chin scar from hockey. Cool!