We were all emergency room regulars in my family. Someone alway had stitches somewhere…usually my father. When it was time for the stitches to be removed that is what Mom’s tweezers and cuticle scissors were for. Right? So, I carried on the tradition today. Brian’s scar is well-healed and all 24 sutures are out. He is feeling a little freaked but said: Gee, Mom, you’re good at this! Go figure. ;-D