Elijah decided to slit his wrist an hour before church.
Luckily, he missed any veins or arteries.
Dad came home and spent the afternoon with the doctor.
After all was said and done, Elijah wrote me this Mothers Day poem:
Roses are red, blood is too.
Happy Mothers Day.
Yowza. He'd better stick to his Chinese songs.
Before...
After.
