Stitches...ROUND TWO...

Friday night all four of us ran into the CVS at the entrance to our neighborhood to buy one thing. I still am not sure why the boys and I didn't stay in the car. JE tripped over his own feet and fell into the bottom shelf on the aisle we were standing on and sliced his head open. We took one look at it and knew he needed stitches. It was jagged and deep and we tried an minor emergency clinic. They looked at it and sent us to the ER. Three hours later we left with five stitches. So, that is two ER visits/one emergency doctor visit that have resulted in one twisted ankle and two sets of stitches in one year. Why do I have a feeling that this is going to be my life?