Netta's home and happy.

7 or 8 stiches up the middle of her nose. She looks like a mini-pirate or something. But luckily she not in any real pain and, so far, hasn't even seemed to notice her hard-core-looking injury. She's bumbling around happily like any other day. Art was scared to see it this morning and refused to be in the same room as her. I explained to him how it looks and he eventually--and courageously--trudged upstairs to see her. He was happy and relieved to have overcome his fear. "Wasn't that brave, Papa?"