Today was Boston's first injury. My friend Barbara Paxman came to visit for lunch and tossed the ball for Boxster. He forgot there was a baby in the bouncer and made a triumphant leap at the last second--and miscalculated the distance. The baby's poor little forehead got scratched and was totally caught off guard. He cried so hard he could barely breathe, and then afterward he got the CUTEST little hiccups.
It was sad, but knowing what kind of pains wait for him in the future...well, he'll learn to handle it. :)
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