Sam fell off a ladder at the park yesterday. Poor guy. He was climbing on a giant slide shaped like robot. He fell about three feet and his head hit a metal plate at the bottom of the ladder. It's really a run-of-the-mill goose egg, but doesn't he look pitiful?
We snuggled on the couch after cleaning up his bump, and every 2 or 3 minutes he would say, "I hurt myself on my head.", "I hurt myself on the robot slide.", "It hurts. I hurt myself." He definitely can milk an injury. Hmm. I wonder where he got that? Surely no one else in my family does that! *cough cough*
On an unrelated note: In all the October rush, I have completely forgotten to post pictures from my Dad's trip out here at the end of September. Look for those soon. Also, updates from our trip to Legoland and Sam's birthday (which is today!) Boy, it's feast or famine around here, I tell ya.