Dylan was outside playing as I was cleaning up after dinner. I hear the door open and screaming. I look and he has blood on his hand. I panic but I get a wet washcloth and go to wipe it off, and then he informs me, it's not from his hand but from his head. He proceeds to turn around (still screaming mind you) and then I start screaming. I totally freaked out. I am running around outside screaming, trying to figure out what happened. (Where's my Ashley to save me when I need her. I tell you where, still back in Spring Hill.) Well I had to bite the bullet and try and nurse Dylan. (The bleeding stopped pretty fast and he had a really big goose egg.) Dylan enjoyed staying up later than usual and popsicles. We had to ensure that he didn't have a concussion. While he did cry and scream, he is one tough booger. Really I think he cries because he's afraid he's going to get in trouble. The blood did trickle all the way down to his bootie crack, hehehe. Oh and, he feel off a utility pole in our yard (comes up to about my hip) and hit the concrete around the utility box beside it. Oy.
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