Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Splat

You can't keep a good man down.

William went running down the sidewalk this evening, and unfortunately that mean old sidewalk reached up and tripped him. Down he went, SPLAT. The result was a skinned knee, two skinned palms, wounded pride and lots of tears.




















However, a green popsicle and some hugs and kisses and attention from Mommy and Daddy can make it all better. Oh yes, and six band-aids. (Were all six necessary? No. But when you're three, you have to milk these occasions for all you can. Oh the drama.)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, poor little guy! Looks as though he recovered quickly. Popsicles and bandaids help a lot!

Dee Dee

Aub said...

OKAY! He looks SOOOOO BIG!!!!!! And SOOO CUTE!!! Thank goodness for popsicles! They really do make all things in life, well!