It's inevitable. Five minutes before you have to leave for pretty much anything is when things go wrong. We were trying to get to the Thomsen's on Sunday, when Jack decided to take his Winnie the Pooh car down our driveway. Only one problem - there's a big bump where our driveway meets the sidewalk. Jack hit that thing and launched into the air...and then landed on his face. Lots of blood, lots of crying. However, not one minute later, he pushes himself out of my arms and starts scooting towards the door - "Outshide?"
I'm totally in for it with him...
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I was happy he seemed to be healing up well a week later. That face is too precious to bang up. Although, with Jack, I think he might be a bit of a daredevil :)
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