John took a bit of a tumble at my parent's house this weekend. He fell and hit his head on the edge of the TV stand. This, of course, was after he was showing off by pushing all the buttons on the TV. Poor boy. There was blood. There were tears. And then it was forgotten. We thought that he'd have a shiner or at least a bruise but by the next day, just the cut. It wasn't even red or swollen. He's got a big head like his mama!
Returning to the scene of the crime.
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