Life is a funny thing.  So many twists and turns.  One minute you are playing left field…

The next minute, you are up at-bat.  Add one ill timed foul ball and there you are in Urgent Care…

As a parent, you help stabilize the situation, get care, and then of course make idle distracting chit chat for hours until the doctor has finished.

One source of chit chat fodder, a speck of blood from my son’s eye on my shorts…

Pointing it out, I noted with glee, “Now, I have some of your DNA.”

My 12-year-old son asked, “What can you do with it?”

Teasing my wounded son, I noted, “Now, I can clone you.  Sure, it would be a 12 year younger version of you, but this time I could correct all of the mistakes I made the first time.”

Hmm, maybe carried the idle chit chat a little too far, Pops.  Next time, stop with the “stabilize the situation and get care.” Oh well, two out three (even during minor emergencies) ain’t bad.

PS – Young Jacob is doing just fine this evening, so no worries, and four stitches later, he has a pretty memorable story to tell.  Plus, I actually don’t know how to clone humans, so no worries on that end either.  Whew, that’s a relief!