This evening while cooking dinner, Robert was crawling through the kitchen and tripped on my foot. He face planted into our hardwood floors. This has happened several times. He's a rebel. He's busy. He gets hurt. a. lot.
But this time when I picked him, his mouth was full of blood.
After much investigation (and wrestling him down to get in his mouth), I found that his tooth sliced his upper lip open pretty good.
Robert's First Fat Lip
His biggest frustration after a few minutes was wanting to get away from me. He just wanted to run off and go play and I was trying to make sure it was alright.
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