It's a Saturday morning in June.

Sarah Mexalca's seven-year-old son is running in the backyard of their house in Denver,

and he trips on one of the flagstones Sarah's just put in.

And it turns out, the edges of those things are sharp.

You hear those crazy screaming, crying, coming, you know, and sometimes kids overreact,

so I'm not running to the backyard.

And she knows her husband Rocky is out there. But the screaming doesn't let up and it turns out the kid's knee is a mess big gash

There's actually a bit of flesh there on the flagstone like a mini marshmallow. I don't know I mean it was it was a good

honk of me. Sarah's mother-in-law is a physician they text her a picture and she's

like yeah you better get that stitched up so they go to an urgent care

facility nearby the whole family, Sarah, Rocky,

seven-year-old Cameron with the big gash, and Cameron's 10-year-old sister.

Sarah likes this place. Nice people.

They tell you the price up front. They say 150 bucks flat.

Sarah signs off. The doctor comes right in and he's like...

We can sew this up for sure, but we don't have this topical anesthetic that, you know, and Cameron is still screaming and crying.

He doesn't take pain well.

She's thinking about one time he had stitches taken out.

He screamed his head off. The dock is like,

for the anesthetic, you're going to need to go to the ER. And I was like, oh yeah, I think we

better do that. And Rocky's like, I don't think we should do that.

Because he knows, he knows, right?

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