The hotel is nice and all, but at 5:30 am, JT leaned out of his bed to fetch his blankets and whacked his head on the very pointy corner of the nightstand. I awakened to his announcement that, "Mama, I'm bleeding."
Way to get the Mama adrenaline surging.
We headed to the bathroom to staunch the flow. He has a nice wound on his head and I'd forgotten just how impressively heads can bleed. But we're basically no worse for the wear, and now have a handy head wound to attract all sorts of interest.
Please note that the chin is not bloody, but does carry the remnants of a few bites of pumpkin gingerbread cake.
1 comment:
Ouch! Glad to hear the injury was minor in nature. Enjoy your time in DC.
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