If he doesn't feel like doing his ABC flash cards, he'll just draw his famous-'round-here people....
or if he's in a bendable mood, he'll write his name . . . .
Gash in the forehead. Scooter accident. Could've used stitches, but I did an "at home" job [Gotta love butterfly bandages and New Skin!]. It was only a quarter inch long, and, well, he's a boy. All boy! (notice the scrape on the nose from a previous day? - he's got a new long stripe down his belly now too. Last night he was climbing a baby pine tree at the ballpark and must have scraped it all the way down!). And I could've made sure to avoid the scooter incident had I been a good mother and made them always wear their helmets! I slacked on the scooter helmet rule. I admit it. Not the bike or rollerblade rule - only the scooter. But no more!
