He was running, again, and crashed into a table, again, and hurt his arm. . . again. We go through this at least three or four times every day. This time, he crashed hard and his arm started to bruise immediately. I told him he'd have to sit with an ice pack on it for a while, and started preparing a pillow for him on the couch. He climbed up on the couch, whining, “But I'll need something to keep me distracted!”
I stifled my laugh and handed him a magazine that had just come in the mail. I'm so thankful for my little guy and his charm. ♥
