Poor Kean.
On our way down to the bus this morning, he crashed and crashed hard.
Bloodied face and bloodied knuckles.
Any day we get even a skiff of snow, Reese begs to take him down
on a sled.
Normally, they're both all smiles.
(This was from last week).
Today? Not so much.
She got going a little too fast and wiped out.
I'm not sure who cried harder-- Reese felt so horrible for hurting Kean.
Come to think of it, this may be his first ever natural "ouchie" -(one
not given to him at a hospital).
Oh, he cried and cried and stopped crying and bleeding
moments before the bus came.
I sent him to school but get this, they called and had us
come get him.
I guess you can't have a kid at school with an "open wound"--
their description. And since there is no way on earth he'd keep
a bandage on, he earned a day off of school.
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