Who Needs Glue when You Have Staples?

 Poor Gabe. He had three staples in his head.  I left the house and all was well. Kevin, Ben and Gabe were all swimming and having a wonderful time. 15 minutes later, with milk in hand, I returned to a completely different scene.. Gabe had propelled him self out of the pool in the shooting rocket position just as Ben was swimming over the top of him at the exact moment. At first we thought Ben's teeth went in, but now are pretty sure it was his chin. We thought he was OK and even had our neighborhood nurse and take a look. It wasn't until we were enjoying a wonderful Father's Day dinner that Gabe started to resemble the movie character Carrie. I assured him on the way out the door they would probably just glue it back together. Gabe's first words to me when he got home. "You lied!"

 Gabe's friend Luke brought his i Pad over and they watched basketball movies and relaxed.

 Gabe didn't let a few staples ruin his summer fun. We just put on a swim cap and he kept going.

 No more staples.  I am not sure who was more traumatized, me or Gabe!