So, we spent an hour in the ER last night. Keith was washing my new knife after cutting up some ham for sandwiches and he neatly sliced into his finger.
A lovely doctor gave him three stitches and we were on our way. Keith felt awfully dumb. Just moments before the incident I had called out from the family room where I was lazing on the sofa....'Keith, be careful, that knife is super sharp!".
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For your next birthday you are getting a wooden soup ladle.
Poor Keith. Hope he heals up quickly!
That's what happened to me the first time I washed a uber sharp knife.
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