My kids are kinda clumsy. Now, luckily they also inherited their Dad’s athletic skill to counterbalance their mother’s…um…lack of balance. But this means every day when I pick them up from school – it seems one of them as an “injury report” from a teacher. Yesterday? Nikki hit her head on something. Wes? Looked like this. Actually, it had just happened when I got there so he was a bit more bloody. But this swollen lip? Courtesy of tripping over – god knows what.
And of course – if you have kids – you know that ice fixes EVERYTHING. So he had a bag of ice given to him at school, and then I had to make him one at home, and he would NOT LET GO of that thing. As it melted I just had to make him more, and more, AND MORE. I’m surprised he didn’t make us give it to him in bed.
It was starting to bruise by the time I put him to bed. I’m curious to see what it looks like when he wakes up. Poor guy. I personally don’t think the swollen lip does anything but make him even more adorable.