The dreaded forehead wound

I got a call from hubby today to tell me that I needed to come home to see the cut in Evie's forehead. Apparently she had been playing with "duct man" at Menard's and a piece of him fell off right onto her head. Poor thing. It's not pretty, but it didn't need stitches. I have a forehead scar myself and I have always wished it would go away. Now I guess she'll have the same.