It stared off well enough; I had my 6-week at the doctor and so he and Ethan had the opportunity to visit Aunt Ang in the morning. For lunch, I decided that we should go somewhere they could run off any pent-up energy before heading home. Enter: Burger King Playground.
Sloan was such a good boy. He ate all that was requested of him before playing and took off excitedly with his new (lame) Star Trek toy in hand. That’s when it happened. When his feet hit the tile in his stocking feet, his face collided with the floor. A picture is worth a thousand words: here’s four.
King? I think not.
"My toof, Mom! Hurts, um, mouf!" -Sloan
And what does a traumatized boy need? Stolen brownies, behind Mom's turned back, taste best.
Thanks, Ang, for your soothing abilities. I think that I needed it just as much as he did.
**Student Doctor Daddy thinks he should be fine. We’re keeping an eye on it, and I’m sure you’ll hear more about it should I have to pin my child down at the Pediodontist.