A Tissue, A Tissue ...
... Sweetums fell down!
He tipped over this morning and fell face-down on some concrete, scratching his face quite badly in the process.
It. Absolutely. Broke. Our. Hearts.
Hearing him crying and seeing the tears streaming down his reddening cheeks as he reached up his hands for us in such a vulnerable, "help me, only you can fix this, you're my comfort and my heroes" kind of pose was just heart-achingly beautiful.
My heart melted.
As it turned out, despite the damaged flesh and the slowly weeping blood from just below the surface of the cuts, he stopped crying pretty quickly and was okay (until a brief stinging incident during his evening bath). So he's a tough little nut and a well-behaved boy to boot.
(I get the feeling I boast about Sweetums a little too much on this blog. Sorry about that. I ain't changin', though. He's ace.)
Anyway, it looks like he's gonna be fine. By the time he wakes up in the morning, he won't even remember the incident or feel any pain from his scars, I reckon.
It was more of a tragic event for his parents than for him, I feel. And I'm sure we have a lot more of those in store for ourselves over the years.
This is gonna look stupidly lame by the time he's five and wrestling brown snakes he finds in the sewers ...
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3 Comments:
*he fell*
Sure he did Bevis.
"I'm sure we have a lot more of those in store for ourselves over the years"
Is that a threat?
I'm watching you.
nice one jobe.
but you're right bevis, it's just the beginning.
he'll be fine. lots of kisses and cuddles always fix those scrapes and bruises.
Every really good looking boy needs a few battle scars to make them look even cuter.
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