Poor Jack has had a rough week.
First, when we were up to see the tulips, he tripped over Grammy's foot in the bathroom, fell face down onto the tile floor, and got a big bloody fat lip.
Then 2 days later, he somehow grabbed the DustBuster off the table, which then fell on his head and gave him a big goose-egg on his forehead.
Then, rubbing salt into the wound, Kaylyn pushed him over into the baby gate the next night, banging his head in the SAME spot, giving him yet another goose-egg.
And to top it off, tonight as I was getting them into the bath, he slipped and smacked his face onto the side of the bathtub (sound familiar?) giving himself yet ANOTHER bloody fat lip.
I thought these types of things were only supposed to come in 3's???
No comments:
Post a Comment