One night, when we were leaving my parents house, Carter fell down the front steps. There are about five cement steps. He had a bag of fruit snacks in one hand and a granola bar in the other hand. That left no hands to lessen his fall. He went down face first onto the sidewalk below. It smashed his little nose. It left a very nice bruise across the bridge of his nose. He cried a bit, but was soon fine. He felt much better once we picked him up and gave him back his granola bar that had shot out of his hand. He did not complain that his nose hurt, but I kept asking him if his nose was broken. He kept frowning and saying that is was broken. It was so cute that I had to keep asking him.
One more for the books
4 years ago
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That kid is a tough one! We are glad he didn't break his nose.
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