Friday, March 28, 2008

Dad always said....

"Don't run on the concrete." That is the one thing I remember my dad always shouting at us as little kids. I knew why he said it then, but I can really appreciate it now.

While waiting for our friend to come over last night, Albert and C flew a kite out front. C was running to stand by Albert and did a face plant on the drive way. He came up with a busted lip and a scraped knee. We ran him inside and got him cleaned up. Teething rings come in handy for more than just new teeth. I offered C some "ice" for his lip and he was smiling within a few seconds. Now, any time I open the freezer or he bumps into something, he says "ice."

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