When you put six kids in one house and let them go crazy, someone is bound to get hurt. This week, apparently, it was your turn. My poor little man! Your fingers were crushed in the door by none other than your big brother (unintentionally, as he has assured me over and over). You were quite brave and once the initial crying was over, you did not cry again.
Judah donated a few of his coveted superhero band aids to the cause.
Of course, the minute we got home, you advised me that you needed new "bam baids" for your fingers before bedtime.
|26 October 2012 :: 8:39pm|