a bed post and got TKO-ed in the first round...(this is day 2)
doesn't even seem to bother him much, in fact he is very proud of himself.
at church he walked up to three people and said, "hey, look at my owie..."
the worst part of the whole thing was him insisting on wearing those really cutie
thomas the train jammies all day...how could i say no to that sweet little quasi moto?
(day 3:)the swelling is down, but lots more beautiful purple and green tones.
what a trooper you are little do-do.
again i say, the mother of all boys...have mercy.
