Connor is not quite two and a half but he is already trying to follow in his father and big sister's foot steps. Today he found a knife and cut his finger requiring two stitches to patch up. I feel like an awful mother that he was able to do something like that. He just seems bound and determined to get into and cause as much trouble as possible. Hopefully as he grows up his accidents will slow down, but if he ends up like Brian that might not be the case. It's a good thing I have a lot of love and kisses to pass on for all the bumps, bruises and cuts. Oh, and if you could send up a quick prayer of healing, that would be much appreciated.