so today it's supposed to be about 76 degrees. he got off the bus already sweating from playing outside and he wanted to play some more. it was close to lunch time so i told him we weren't going to get anything out of the garage. he ran in the house and got his little einstein's rocket toy to run around with. he wasn't pushing it but 2 seconds when he hit a big lip in the concrete and skidded on his face.
i ran him inside and grabbed a washcloth. pretty much the whole time he was crying and yelling at me "mom! you were supposed to catch me! why didn't you stop me?"
because this is the kind of mom i am, here are the pictures.
1 comment:
awwww; that is so sad.
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