I just thought this photo was kind of cute despite the food all over his chin and his red eye. As we were preparing to head to Shelby for Grandpa Bob's funeral, Ivan ran right into the corner of the Kitchen table. He cried harder then we are used to and we just had a feeling this was going to turn in to a shiner. To our surprise it was very red for a few days, but never ended up in a black eye.
After he hit his eye on the table, we had to convince him to take some Tylenol so that his head would not hurt. He was determined that it would be yucky and wanted nothing to do with it. We did finally get him to take it and apparently he liked it because he will now tell us that his eye hurts and that "I better take some medicine"
1 comment:
Makes him look tuff. :)
Post a Comment