So, It was Monday morning and I was wondering what to do with our day. My hubby had headed off to work and the kids and I were working on laundry. We had just returned from starting the laundry when hubby called to get some information he needed. As I turned my back to hear him better I heard a thud. Oh the horror. I flipped around to see boy#1 starting to scream, holding his head. I looked and saw a VERY deep gash. I scooped him up and instructed the girl to follow me with the stroller (boy #2 located inside). As we are running to the hotel front desk, a very nice japanese lady says good morning to us and smiles. I pitifully looked at her and said "help". We ran the rest of the way to the front desk. The gals there took one look and called for the ambulance.
Everyone one was very nice and I managed to only tear, not cry. The ER doc was great and he glued the cut closed. Wow what a welcome to Japan. The whole thing only took an hour to an hour and a half. So did I mention I am liking Japan. This would have taken at least half the day in the states. The boy will now have a scar with a story.