Stitchless Sam

This posting comes a week late but, now that I am a "woman of lesiure," I lose track of time. So, there. Last week, I took Sam to have his stitches taken out. My mom and grandma were up for a special visit and my mom thought it appropriate to put on this shirt for his visit to the doctor:
You read correctly...It reads "I do all my own stunts." Nana is really funny. In an attempt to prepare him for what he was about to experience, I tried to "psych" him up about getting his stitches out on this video:


Ok, so far so good, right? Wrong. Upon arrival to the doctor, this was his mood:


Although he was anti-stitch removal, they had to come out so we went in and Sam told Nurse Karen all about it:

Sam was very brave at first but he started to cry after a while. Here is a warning for parents: If you ever have to get stitches at a hospital, ask for the ones that dissolve. Sam's had to be pulled out all at once and very slowly. The only way he calmed down was by watching the procedure. Gross, I know. After all the torture was over, Sam was allowed to pick several prizes from the "You were poked" basket. Guess what he picked.....

Luckily, he didn't end up with a shiner like the last time he picked those windmills.