Today we went to a birthday party for a friend at school, Charlotte. It was at the Aviary, so it was outside. Lots of running around goes without saying. First, he fell and tore a hole in his pants knee. Lots of crying, no blood. Then he fell and scratched his wrist. Lots of crying, faint traces of blood. He fell at least a couple more times by the time we got out of there.
One of his fun things to do is to ride his trike at fast speed down the hill in front of our house. He then zooms around the bottom at the curve, then gets mostly pushed up the hill on the other side. This time he and Steve came home with lots of tears, and some really good scratches on his face. Somehow he ran into a bush. It was very close to his eye, so this one actually could have been bad. He really wanted a bandaid, but I finally made him understand that there was no way to put a bandaid on his face.
These are his Mad, Crazy, Happy, and Sad faces.
1 comment:
carson looks like a No Holds barred Fighter
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