Poor little staple head

We were getting ready to take Teya to gymnastics today and Alton fell and hit his head on the television stand in his room. He started to cry so I picked him up. He was holding the front of his head (where I assumed he had hit it) while I rocked him. After a few minutes he seemed fine and wanted to get up. So I put him down. Then I noticed that my arm felt wet, I looked at it and it was covered in blood. As was the back of Alton's shirt and all his hair in the back. I quickly took him to get him cleaned up and see how bad it was. He had a pretty deep cut on the back of his head. I called the doctor's office and they said we could come in. So we drove to our pediatricians where they decided that he would need staples in his head. This was my first (but probably not my last, since I have boys) experience with staples. Not too pleasant for Alton. We'll go back in 10 days to get them out.