... got a Boo-Boo! We were playing outside in the driveway the other night. Luke was running around and must have tripped over his own feet. But unfortunately didn't put his hands out to catch himself. He landed face first on the concrete driveway. Ouch. My heart about stopped when I saw him do it. Greg picked him up and brushed him off. He was fine - just scraped up a little.
He looks like he picked a fight with the driveway but clearly, the driveway won that time!!
Poor thing. I told him he looked so pitiful he could probably ask for anything right now and I'd give it to him. He seemed fine after 5 minutes. I gave him a popsicle and he perked right up. Later I asked him if his lip hurt. He nodded yes so I took him in the bathroom and showed him in the mirror. He started crying. Poor thing. I think it definitely looks worse than it feels.
It has since scabbed over pretty badly... but it is healing.
