He was home alone but luckily my dad works semi close and rushed home to take him to the ER. 10 stitches later, and his leg was back in tact.
Nate: Nicole, want to know something sooo funny?
Me: Sure.
Nate: So I was sitting there with my pocket knife & thinking about the scout motto and all that good stuff, and how we're NEVER supposed to cut toward ourselves...and right as I was thinking I should stop cutting that way I stabbed my leg....(he then proceeded to laugh).
Needless to say, he's still got to learn a few more things before he gets his Eagle.
I think he learned to be more careful with knives though...he learned stitches hurt WAY more than actually stabbing your leg...and the Emergency Room is no fun!
...however, he did think it pretty cool that his knife had blood on it. And was very excited to show me the blood on his shoes this morning! --gross!