On Saturday morning (yesterday) Simon and I were horsing around on our big bed and he dove for the pillows at the top and overshot the pillows and went nose first into the wall. It so sad, the poor guy immediately started to cry (who wouldn't) and kept saying 'Noooo!' like he didn't want it to have happened. Believe me, I didn't want it to have happened either. No blood, but a small bruise across the bridge of his nose and some swelling. I still wouldn't be surprised if he ended up with two black eyes, but so far he's good.
It's really hard to get a picture of it, so I guess that means it's not as bad as I keep thinking it is.
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| He's eating a pretzel, which is why he is making a funny expression. |
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