So I don't know how he does it, but James got his second set of stitches yesterday. I was much more calm this time. Probably because I could drive to the instacare and probably because the doctor was much more competent this time. Somehow he managed to cut a big hole in the crook of his thumb with a sandwich maker. Go figure? I hope that boy lives past the age of 5. At this point I'm just not sure.