Bridger had a little run in with the bath tub. Not sure what exactly happened, I wasn't in there, but I heard Bridger start to cry and went into the bathroom to see what was the matter. He was holding his head and there was blood everywhere, then he showed me....he had hit his head somewhere on the tub and cracked it wide open. It was split open the whole length of his eyebrow, and it looked so bad. I knew we needed to get him to get stitches. We found an Urgent Care that was open and just went there. Bridger was so brave and never even cried when he was doing the stitches. I was a proud momma! My favorite part was the doctor was asking him questions and he pointed at me and asked Bridger what my name was, Bridger looked at him and said, "Julie". The nurse and doctor seemed confused until we laughed and told them that he doesn't hardly ever call use mom and dad, he calls us Julie and Jason. It was pretty funny!
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Ohhhh, poor Bridger! I feel so bad for him!
I think you need to come up with a better story, though. No need to tell people it happened in the bath tub... why not say, "Our house was being robbed! And Bridger saved us! The robber tried to knock him out, but Bridger bit his ankle, then sat on him until the police came!"
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