Trama in the Stancil House!

O.K. we all know that I am surrounded by egos and testosterone. LOL! So after a few years, I became a little numb to "accidents". I say all this so you will understand my reaction to the story I'm fixing to tell. We had some running around to do yesterday afternoon so I sent the big boys on out to the truck while I got Baby and everything else ready to go. As I'm walking to the truck, Noah asks, "Mom, what does the Epipen do to you?" in a very stressful way. (Nick is allergic to wasps) I said, "Why?" dreading the answer. Suddenly I hear wailing and Nick screams "I thought it was the practice one." He's bleeding, poor hubby is calling 911 and all I can do is laugh. I found it hysterical that an 8 year old would stick himself with his Epipen when he didn't need to. I know I was on the verge of losing my mind. We've been through countless stitches, a strange disease, and now an accidental overdose. He was fine. Didn't even have to go to the ER, but I'm sure my husband lost a few years of his own life over the situation. Never a dull moment in this family!


So today I leave you with my dear son and his beloved overalls. Boys have NO STYLE