We were packing for a camping trip this morning when all of a sudden I heard a primal scream. Ezra had found the fishing rod and decided to "go fishing". Well needless to say he caught a little brother...right in the hand. It was pretty horrific how deep the hook went in but I kept my head, cut off the string and rushed them to the doctor's office. The nurse quickly and efficiently froze the hand and slipped out the hook. No stitches! There was some screaming but all in all we did really well. Nothing a lollipop, chocolate chips, a movie and some new lego guys couldn't cure. I would do anything for him right now. My poor sweet boy. I think I am more shaken up then he is.